‘ “The Mud Larks called me out.” said the Mud Walker. He was huge in the hut. Black, immense and difficult to see. He opened his pockets and fetched out a small lantern. He lit it. The light fought against the fog and the night. It burned feebly and cast huge shadows.’
A short story for Halloween - sparked by a chance remark from a former Pompey policeman whose work involved the recovery of bodies. (1980s)
Author Sarah Keen - all rights reserved.
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