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Monthly Archives: July 2019
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Stale summer meadows under white heat-blasted skies thunder lurks the night Bright daggers slice the darkness drops fall like pennies pavements run with instant floods Smells of new-wet earth raise pungent long gone memory from dust-blocked days
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Kelly’d just finished putting Edna’s shopping away and took her a cup of tea. She’d thought the old lady was asleep by the fire which had burned right down to almost nothing. So she picked up a shovel full of … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Writes, Life's too Short
Tagged coal dust, memories, scents, shire horses, smells
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