A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – Coconut shy

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He was throwing under a minor sky, the rain holding off.  At less scrupulous fêtes they glue them to the stand, but third shy of four he had his nut, more by accident than design.  Hairy as an orang-utan, it was.  Later he cracked its head open with a hammer.

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Writing on music at A jumped-up pantry boy (https://pantry.wordpress.com/). Just writing at A wild slim alien (https://awildslimalien.wordpress.com/).

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