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THRICE FICTION MAGAZINE ISSUE 10
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.
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