A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – Waterlow Park

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The pigeons sat quietly in the branches of the trees, fat after an early festive lunch, puzzling over the absence of red buses.  They were taking the air to escape from the parents, the Queen, the deflation that made the 25th seem like an extra twenty-four hours of Boxing Day.

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