Ali Shaw

The Man who Rained

Finn Munro

His body was as smooth as a weathered pebble on the sea shore.  He had very little complexion: he was not so much a white man as a grey one.  He had a flat pair of buttocks and skin as hairless as that of his head. He stood on the ridge between her viewpoint and …

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The Mountains

She opened her eyes.  The headlights shimmered across nests of boulders and trunks of stone on either side.  No grass, only slates splitting under the weight of the car, each time with a noise like a handclap.  Eyes closing, opening.  The clock moved on in leaps, not ticks.  Either side of the road were trees …

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