Saturday, 13 September 2008

Jogging can be bad for the Country

Pink Carnation

As requested, I stood under the large oak to the left of the common. Cars swished in the distance as the rain came and went like a sprinkler spraying at random. From the grove of trees, a man jogged past me, whispering “Pink Carnation”.

My deep cover days were over.

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