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His trembling hands clawed at clods of earth, burying guilt in a shallow grave. Overhead, the geese were watching, swooping, accusing.
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I missed last week so it’s good to be back in the swing of one of my favourite weekly WordPress events, Kat’s Twittering Tales challenge to write a story based on the photo prompt in 140 characters or less.
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Jack Bennett
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