You wander down a street in a foreign town, aimlessly. It's a bright, hot morning and the street feels lazy, barely awake to face the day of chores and business, romance and tourists. You hear the creak of a door and see it opening across the road. A massive black dog almost the size of… Continue reading Little shop of Fears
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Blame the guilty (or stop?)
‘Now you’ve done it!’ She yelled at him triumphantly over the rooftop of the car, or what was left of it. ‘Do you see it now? You can’t go on like this! You have to get some help!’ Her accusations battered at his already-shocked state. His neck bulged in frustration as blood rushed to his… Continue reading Blame the guilty (or stop?)
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