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The Spanish Autumn of Mrs Stone (Friday Fictioneers, April 2014)

Something’s dreadfully wrong, thought José, sipping the Pina Colada she’d bought him. The woman positively gleamed with perspiration, the cotton fabric between her ample breasts slowly darkening. Humidity had frizzed her grey hair into slick curls. He seized her swollen … Continue reading

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