This was an 80 word flash-fiction for a writing competition I have entered. Flow. Colours are twisting and pulsing through my hands, my legs swing with salient beauty over my head. My converse trainers squeak
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This was an 80 word flash-fiction for a writing competition I have entered. Flow. Colours are twisting and pulsing through my hands, my legs swing with salient beauty over my head. My converse trainers squeak
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