Mosquito | A 100 Word Story
#330 VIII of Wands - The Looking Glass Railway
If I’m being honest, he was a rather polite mosquito, even if he does have an uncontrollable hunger for blood. Standing at the other end of the bridge in a three piece suit, red suede shoes, and bowl…
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