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Squinting impatiently at his watch in the electric twilight of the club, Falkirk found himself mentally colouring the monochrome photograph behind its' hands.
That Town Hall was surely red brick.
As it was an autumn scene, the many shaded swamp of leaves was less easy to dust off, as were the shivering people, horses, and dogs wading through it.
As, with effort, he finished purpling the sky, a known voice said his name and turning, he saw, to his friend infecting horror, that the clubs' ripe banana lights and chocolate wine shadows had become the greys of an unyellow Moon.
- Category: Fantasy
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Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
Think I’ll have to re-read this. Food for thought... even if it’s ripe bananas.
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Andrew Pettigrew almost 4 years ago
Col! Love the descriptions, especially 'chocolate wine shadows'. Think I need a drink )
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Hope it tastes nice Neville :-)))
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Ta Andrew. Chocolate wine's on me. :-)))
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Christopher almost 4 years ago
Nice one, Jamie.
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Thanks Christopher. :)
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Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
Thanks a lot Drew. :-))
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Lovely imagery!
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Jamie Clapperton over 2 years ago
Thanks Verity. -)
