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Friday Fictioneers – Beachcombing

still-life-with-dougBilly never paid much of a mind to things – his whole life was his dog and the beach.

The pair of small, brown shoes, he’d found last week by Jonas Point, looked almost new – he hoped they might fetch him a couple of pounds.

From the top of the dunes he could see a crowd had gathered outside his hut – the door lay off its hinges. A short, round woman clutched the brown shoes – tears and anger in her eyes.

‘There he is!’ she screamed.

Billy was scared – he didn’t understand why.

His dog barked as cold rain began to fall.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

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