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On a #settle of branch the woodpigeon rests, fat with sun. A head-tucked up ball of stormy grey, looking down through a blow of curtain to a yawn of boy,

Edward pulls the cart wearily into the allotment, its wheels coated in mud, his boots thick with clay, twigs n leaves. Mushrooms behind his ears. "Wakey wakey my little #morphisms!"

Her gun stops him mid weigh. Now the grocer's interested. Every detail of Agent Lemon burns the retina of his eyes. He sees a fractured mind, a shard, a fraction

Brussel sprouted in Crowcombe, from a seed borne on the wind from Corfe. His green skin shivered in the night air beneath the lit windows of the Carew Arms. It

"Am I a real girl?" She listens to her whirrs & clicks, slides her pale hand over his black skin. "Of course you are, sweetie. You're my girl. You just

Edward stepped from the claw boat into Dunster Castle's cavernous underbelly, fire burning in his empty sockets. Maggots writhed beneath his peeling skin from bones in the pale light of

Rab shivers awake, feeling thin and pale on white. She strokes her long soft ears, twitches her nose and looks up, suddenly #arrested by a gaze. Whose eyes are those?