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He raised a gloved hand to his face. There was a glistening sheen to the thin latex. His nose twitched a little as he inhaled deeply.

Smelling her.
Her final throes.

He removed and dropped them into the fire pit. His coat too. And the rest of his clothes. Walked naked to the caravan where the kettle was whistling him over for a wash.

He felt the usual lurch of emptiness as he towelled himself dry and dressed. Nothing left to cling to.

Still.
Onto the next.
He carefully rinsed his potnoodle cup for recycling then began a fresh search.

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    'Whistling him over'....'usual lurch of emptiness'...these are great word concepts which help make this dark subject brilliantly written. No tears today, but a cold chill! I love the economy of the drabble; it ramps up the impact and permits the reader to imagine the scene and the forward story.

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    Thank Nev.
    Yes drabbles are wonderful for leaving much to the readers imagination X

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    I love the way the ordinary goes side-by-side with the extreme.Another top drabble.

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    Thank you Drew X

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