Freya Marthers
Joined May 2021
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The house’s breath is slowing and the skipping of the insects and rats are beginning to beat on the timber quicker. The house rests early now, it sleeps and wakes with the sun. A drop of dust flits down from the roof and lands onto the hands that are attacking a computer keyboard. A sneeze splinters the air.
By Freya Marthers3 years ago in Fiction