By Adam Farrer
On the day my family moved to the Yorkshire coast, my mother and I took a walk along the cliffs and spotted a woman standing on the edge, staring out to sea, gripping the handles of an empty wheelchair. We laughed about it together, at the notion of her having tipped someone into the water.
Three days later, we learned that an old man had been found washed up on the beach, naked but for a single sock on his left foot. We never reported what we’d seen. New in town, we didn’t want to ruffle any feathers.
Sad. 😦
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excellent!
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Reblogged this on The Unsmoked Pipe and commented:
The shortest story I’ve ever written. And possibly the darkest.
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What a brilliant hook…wanting to read more?
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Intriguing…
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Intriguing…
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Interesting and entertaining and the denouement gives kicking thrill. Anand Bose from Kerala.
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Dang! Sad but thought provoking. Thank you for stopping by my blog and checking out my reviews. I appreciate your time.
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hmn, glad a popped in for that one 🙂
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