Thursday 1 October 2015

Of Cracks and Fortunes



There was a crack on the front wall of the pigsty. Ugly worms squeezed out.

She smiled.

She remembered how he kept talking about the past as if it will happen tomorrow.

Now he was dead. She looked at his picture one more time, and deleted.

He will wander for love, she swore.

In the streets, he scoured the books until he found Ken Follet,'s Dangerous fortune.


The worms kept squeezing out of the pigsty. She smiled again.

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