damp cold street
window lights curtained
wood smoke taste
as I walk alone
Random word: Taste
I was a new investigatory reporter pushing to expose Inspector Cimmon’s corruption. On the way to a set-up Harry, said, ‘So your big break.’ That got me thinking.
As Barton arrived, a gun clicked, ‘I’m sorry mate…wha—’
Shooting, I said, ‘So am I.’
Smiling at the surprised Cimmon, I explained, ‘Emptied at the garage.’
Random word: Cinnamon
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