My short-lived tea planting career
Thirty-word stories, each one using the bolded word as a prompt. With furtive glances, she took in the greased black hair, manicured pencil-line moustache, blazer and cravat. But the sight of his trouser crease, knife sharp, dead straight, impeccable, transfixed her. We watched the storm develop from a line on the horizon to dark, rolling, […]
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