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By JD Gillam


Published on Smashwords by JD Gillam

Copyright 2011 JD Gillam

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Grub rattled the wooden stick along the wrought iron fence, each spoke flicking the stick back out as he walked along.

Considering the warm bathing glow of the sun on that early Saturday afternoon, Grub’s attire was peculiar. He wore a pair of black tracksuit bottoms, flayed and ripped in several places, so that as he walked the milky flesh of his legs beneath peeked through with each and every step. The mucky trainers that hid under the strips of fabric at the bottom had long seen their best days behind them. Their original colour was impossible to guess. His dark grey hoodie fared no better, the elbows threadbare and worn, the pull-string from the hood itself long since lost. Grub had the hood draped over his head, and it leapt with each step that he took, threatening to jump off of his skull and droop down his back. But it stayed exactly where Grub wanted it to. His face was hidden, swathed in shadow.

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