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The ring

I am madly searching through the rubbish. Ripping through full bin liners, contents slopping over my hands and fingers. 'Christ,' I murmur. An indeterminable liquid dribbles down my arm. The stench is foul, rancid. I cough. 'Are you sure it's in the rubbish?' Pete calls from the verandah. Stupid question. I ignore him. 'Hun?' he… Continue reading The ring