Red Dust

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Red dust in every nook and cranny.

Toby grimaced, he couldn’t clean it.

He wished he had taken his own car.

How could he explain.

Toby jumped from the car,

As it hit the lake.

“That’s that sorted” he grinned.

50 word story challenge.



Christine Frances Annette Andrews

I am retired, enjoy reading, writing and painting watercolours. I keep a curious outlook on life. Remember the past. Live in the present. Welcome the future