A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – At Daunt Books

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He glances out at the uniformed figures dawdling along the street.  ‘Look at all those traffic wardens.  I wonder what’s the collective noun for them?’  She’s not equal to the invitation.  Later, like mortified Rousseau after peasants left him lost for words, the answer arrives: a tedium of traffic wardens.

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