Thursday, 15 April 2010


Rivulets of brown swirled round and round, rushing towards the gaping round black holes waiting hungrily for them.

His chafed, soaked fingers looked like bright pink raisins, shining in the dim light.

But were they clean?

1 member protest rally:

Preeti said...

What on earth is this?
I see images of hands digging in muddy water and creating whirlpools...

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