The War Artist | Online Only | Granta Magazine

‘When do I start?’ the war artist asked.

The captain glanced at his watch, his thin lips pressed into a sliver. Thirty seconds passed.

‘Today,’ he said.

From down the hallway a pistol shot rang out, followed by the sprightly pop of a champagne cork.

‘Right now, in fact.’ He handed the war artist a neatly folded uniform, saluted her, and walked out the door.



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