A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – Neither drove

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Neither drove, and the house was never left unoccupied.  July was wet.  To bring their hoods together and simply kiss was soon frustrating.  The church was off-road, surrounded by wheat fields.  There they first made love, on the vestry’s Persian rug, watched over by a stone angel with broken wings.

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