Black beetles roamed the grass by her feet, fat and shiny like beads. He’d have liked that. The adults standing around her droned on and on.
Simon Kewin is writing down everything he knows, one word at a time.
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by Simon Kewin
by Simon Kewin
Black beetles roamed the grass by her feet, fat and shiny like beads. He’d have liked that. The adults standing around her droned on and on.
Simon Kewin is writing down everything he knows, one word at a time.