Tag: legends
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#Fridayflash Until Somebody Eats the Shoe
It always begins in the cinders. The last sparks, hot black in anthills of ash. She expects nothing, stooped over the fire, her fist moulded over the poker like melted wax. For the likes of her drabness is the requisite mantle. And a mantle is what they wore – what all the women wore, the…
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