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Tuesday, 29 September 2015

Like Flushed Prey



        The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered it's limits. Under the filling-station sheds swirling insects clouded the naked bulbs. The stores were closed, the depot dark.

Edward Anderson
Thieves Like Us
1937

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