They stood like statues on the crest of the hill overlooking the house, stone watchers standing in judgement over all they surveyed. All that moved was their hair in the wind. No one knew where they had come from nor when they would leave. Perhaps only when all our crimes had been confessed would they disappear.
“This,” said Claire, through gritted teeth and clamped closed lips. “Is the worst game ever!”
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Notes:
1. Written on 30th May, 2022
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