SPITTING OUT

THRICE FICTION MAGAZINE ISSUE 10

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An unexpected encounter on the Underground 

He saw the girl glancing at him. Fancy a cherry? he said  suddenly, surprising himself, and felt a hot blush creeping up the back of his neck. They look lovely, she was saying back to him, laughing, and he was trying to identify her vague accent, perhaps Northern Irish. He had a sudden, vivid flashback to a childhood holiday in Donegal, running wild with his cousins, barefoot on the windswept beach.