A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – Onslow Square

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The silver car flips off the road, landing upside down on the pavement.  By the time I reach the scene, a crowd has gathered.  The driver’s seat is empty.  Of the surrounding people, none look like they own a Porsche; no-one wears the face of someone who has cheated death.

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