David Bickley

The voice was still there, muffled softly at the back of his mind; “three aces Frank, just three aces and then we’ll tell you where she’s buried”. It had taken him hours to figure out the riddle left stuck on the fridge; where the fair was and which booth to hit. In any case, he hadn’t seen it straightaway, what with ringing around and searching the entire farm, and now it could be too late. He’d given up the whole horde to save someone he hardly knew, honour above all, a team was a team, but hadn’t expected this unholy circus.

Seed by David Bickley. Image by Fred Herzog.

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