A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – Snakes with arms

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I don’t remember looking at people on tube trains when I was a child. Instead my eyes followed the cabling in the tunnel alongside, which was sometimes purple, sometimes brown, but more often thick with dirt. Now I surreptitiously search every face for something I myself am unwilling to display.

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