October dribbles - 20
The fridge’s stomach rumbled. The heating woke in the bowels of the house, blowing hot like fire. Watching clocks blinked fierce red eyes, bright numbers counting the hours…
Not a creature stirred, not even a mouse, said the rhyme. Not even a house?
Number 13 Primrose place ate its occupants.
Not a creature stirred, not even a mouse, said the rhyme. Not even a house?
Number 13 Primrose place ate its occupants.
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