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Number 9, Marrow Lane
He called the film OUR HAPPY HOME. He directed his family like actors, take after take, and whoever spoiled a take was cut: out of the photographs, then out of the house.
The film never got an ending. He is still there, a huge man in a stitched sack hood who drags the shears he cuts with. The street calls him the Cutter.
You come in through the garden gate carrying a camera, and the chain closes behind you. It opens only when his film is finished.






