APOCRYPHA
Feb 06, 2020
2 minutes
Flash fiction by Christopher Linforth
Illustration by Ulrika Netzler
t the rear of our new house we waited for moonrise. While the sun neared the horizon, we sketched the elderly neighbour. He was edging himself up a wooden extension ladder, a portable oxygen tank strapped to his back. He was in denim overalls, worn white on the buttocks. With each step, his shoulders rose. It
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