Scott M. Sandridge

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Fear and Trembling Update: “Tailings”

by Rhian Waller


I couldn’t hear Mam or Dad anymore.

Damp was soaking through my jogging pants and my fingers were scuffed and sore. I cwtched my knees up to my chest and set my chin between them. It was cold, and the wind ran spirals around the heap. When I looked up I saw clear sky. The moon was in its last quarter and not so bright that it smothered the starfire.

Something shuffled to the left of me and my spine snapped as straight with shock. There might be foxes out here, or a badger with jaws like a vice.

‘Who are you?’ said the thing beside me, and I almost swallowed my tongue.

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