They streamed into town, one sunday afternoon, and occupied the car park as if it was their own. Then they all streamed out of town, that same sunday afternoon, an hour before dusk.

It was like a dream, or a fever. There was no way to tell if they’d ever even been there. By the next morning even the discarded chip wrappers were gone.

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Notes:

1. Written on October 16th, 2024

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