<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Fill on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fill/</link><description>Recent content in Fill on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fill/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Fade to Black</title><link>/stories/2013/09/05/fade-to-black/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/05/fade-to-black/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A light flares into existence. Slowly the scene resolves. There is a wooden box on a pair of saw horses. The box is made of boards with cleats and corner posts. It&amp;rsquo;s not very large; something under six feet long, less than two feet wide, perhaps eighteen inches deep. Next to the box is a large, blue plastic barrel. Below, a shiny, stainless steel bucket. Beyond nothing but inky shadow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>