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Upon the mantle

Today’s post was meant to be a review of Spin but I’ve got myself in a muddle schedule wise and so am rushing to a supplier event in London.

In the meantime here is a short drabble for your entertainment. And so I actually can say I wrote something today.

Upon the mantle
By Neil Beynon

There is a knife upon the mantlepiece. A flash of silver, a swirl of red. Next to it besides the gold plated clock is a photo that time forgot, forced smiles and forced colours, glass cracked.

And in the sun soaked silence of dawn a door flaps gently in the wind.

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