On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Friday, 7 August 2009
Rock Cottage, clockwise. 4pm.
The creeping slugs have slid out today. They are dirty mac brown and the deep wet wrinkles on their backs are scored like the chasms in faded Brylcreemed hair.
1 comment:
Fantastic description. I'll never look at a slug in quite the same way again.
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