The Alnwick Poison Garden was the perfect place to go for lunch. It was quiet, and everyone else was too busy to pay me any notice, trying to stealthily harvest the flowers or trying to convince their children to sample the flora. The only time it was weird was when the mystery writer convention came through. Pretty sure I'm in at least five different murder novels now.
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WritOber 2022
Short StoryA few short autumn writing exercises for the month of October.
