Publisher's Synopsis
While Tommy slept in his chair, thunder rolled in the clouds, vibrated his lungs, widely, like a timpani drum, or a gong, waking up a part of Tommy that he was unaware of. With eyes half closed, he got up and sleep-walked all the way down to the beach across South Farm Road. When he got there it started raining and he took off his clothes, tucked his feet into the sand and stretched out his skinny arms towards the warmth of the fainting Moon. The storm, the wind and rain pierced his soft skin while his long black hair flowed like the silent waves that fractured masterfully behind him.
