Work in progress...
A Short Story. By S.Carter
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The wowsers were right of course (well, not at all really, but I'll just humour them for a mo...).
And so the self-proclaimed expert wiped a tear from his eye, blew his brown nose, and packed his camera bags yet once again.
He walked out the door mumbling something under his breath. But nobody could say for sure what it was.
If questions were asked, then he never knew it.
For he was already gone.
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