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'Like a rubbish Banksy, really'
Since Covid has spoiled my enjoyment of leaving flash-fiction on train seats for commuters to read, I'll be adding random works here (once I've finished this site).
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A weary Police Cadet tramped along the muddy track leading out of the Tunnel of Trees, past the farmer's field, towards Hatley Village....
i was thinking about this spider not some fang wielding, venom dripping, hairy-legged Australian demon just a normal house spider with...
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