Feb 27
Steaming
The steaming pile filled the air that not only smelled of excrement, rubbish and braken but left a taste in one’s mouth that was foul just by standing near it.
The policeman who stood next to me could barely keep is dour face straight. To open his mouth to speak to me was to gag.
I was here to see the bloated shape that lay below us the body look humanoid, the large head and obviously webbed hands & feet saw to that.
A creature of fiction lay there…in reality. The proximity to my flat worried me intensely…they knew me…
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