Misterdoe's Fiction

This one wasn’t quite like the first one. I mean, there are definite similarities and all, but at the same time it was different.
Again, like the first time, I was riding a bus that was being boarded by what appeared to be a rather shallow cardboard tray, the bottom part of a box, really, and [...]

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I wasn’t expecting what I found. Her legs, but without her top half stepping into one of the lifts that lead to the station’s Lombard Street exit. Of course, with the escalator throwing her out of sync and the pushing of the crowd stopping her getting together again, she must have gone two separate ways.

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