Clop, clop, clop. The cane made that noise relentlessly as Hanna walked down the street. It was sharp and loud compared to the sound it had made on the farm.
Slice of Life Micro Fiction in Montsilt - Artie sat on a stool at the bar where his dad was serving drinks. Hey Pop. It's another busy night.
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