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1 min readAug 30, 2019
Castaway
Shambling down a dirty street
No place to lay her head
Dragging all her earthly possessions
In a wagon meant for children
Squeak of wheels
Whisper of sighs
Castaway.
Written by David Beaty
Novelist, screenwriter, poet. Fan of all things writing, film, music. Married forty-seven years. Dog lover.