sean cockrill
Joined February 2021
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Off to the races
The gutter spat out sludge. Rain crashed down on the tin roofs. In the dark beneath the unlit window ledges a dark figure clung to the shadows. He hunched over his hands which grasped a fine leather bound book. His beady eyes followed a long finger as he slid it down the crisp white paper.it was the nicest book he had ever seen. He could probably sell the book for a pretty penny. The thought had crossed his mind, yet he knew its real worth lay in what was written on the pages. His pupils widened as his finger came to a stop. He had never learned to read properly but he knew the words written before him.
By sean cockrill3 years ago in Petlife