Saturday, 29 August 2015

Foggman the Gardener

The silhouette moved through the heavy mist to the toolshed. Fogman cleaned his pruning shears and returned them to their place on the wall. his pruning of the fruit trees in his garden turned into mutilation once the fog descended. Just as well it wasnt a family-tree, he thought to himself as he locked the shed and headed to the fruit store.

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