A Foreign Affair
Gulls cry bleak in the night with a face-full of briny spray. Like an archaeology dig-site, they peck obsessively between pebbles to unearth remains; a stagnant, cold chip – tonight’s tea. Bully boy tactics for the ‘rats with wings’, help defuse their cravings. A corroded, old skeleton stubbornly sits halfway […]
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