short story
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Circumstances make strange bedfellows.I go a lot by instinct. It is instinct that protects us from harm – at least that’s what I’d always believed. You might call it strange but very often the people I like depends on whether or not I like their feet. Now that’s a kinky criterion for liking people but Read more
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Something was different I thought, as I entered the room even thought it seemed the same as always. The green walls faded now to a dull dusty indeterminate colour breaking out into angry blisters, the flowered curtains drawn together to keep away the morning sun , the once brilliant red Persian carpet worn threadbare with Read more
Twenty- five Seven 