Flash Fiction | Never Fall For That by Rebecca Lilly
“Clarify your intent,” — Lama Chopra, our meditation teacher, rang the bell for us to sit — “the Reaper was…
As the young man came over the hill the first thin blowing of rain met him. He turned his coat-collar up and stood on top of the shelving rabbit-riddled hedgebank, looking down into the valley. He had come too far. What had set out as a walk along pleasantly-remembered tarmac lanes had turned dreamily by gate and path and hedge-gap into a cross-ploughland trek, his shoes ruined, the dark mud of the lower fields inching up the trouser legs of his grey suit where they […]
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