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Crate of Violet
Crate of Violet
Crate of Violet
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Crate of Violet

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The final crate is here, get unpacking to find your way to the doorstep to the apocalypse. Thanks for reading.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPeter Fisher
Release dateOct 9, 2021
ISBN9781005861209
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    Crate of Violet - Peter Fisher

    Crate of Violet

    by Peter Fisher

    Copyright Peter Fisher 2021

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    Contents

    Things To Remember, Places To Go

    The Razing of Tara Park

    Nightmare Number Six

    Clearing Brush

    Bong Farewells

    About the Author

    Things To Remember, Places To Go

    What are we doing here dressed like this? Damn Karl, why did I listen to him in the first place? What idiot braniac does a drug transaction in public? Covert criminality is required, murmurs Mrs. Wilson, yet here I am in the park holding thirty kilos of fentanyl at a wedding under religious protest no less. Tell me genius, even without a riotous mob at the gates, what wedding in history has ever gone off (as so carefully planned) without a hitch? Zero. I can’t believe how gullible I am sometimes.

    Relax, replies her companion soothingly, knowing how irksome she can get this far between meals. He offers her fentanyl, she declines. He tucks his head momentarily.

    Death and Mrs. Wilson stand apart at the back of ten or so double rows of folding chairs mostly unoccupied all facing the one step riser to the cramped rostrum holding the small wedding party. The minister is nervously reading off her phone, droning on about the true meaning of marriage, Love is…

    ‘Blah bla bla’, thinks Mrs. Wilson.

    You said it, chimes in death, lifting his head, fentanyl reload accomplished.

    Knowing to keep her thoughts private, Mrs. Wilson shoots him a look then does a double-take. Apparently death reads minds, super.

    Apparently, chimes in death not hiding the devious grin on his face, "Karl left out that part. Can’t be duplicitous

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