They were a motley crew; a group thrown together by odd circumstances.
There was Sandra and her best friend, Kyle. Those two were more like twins; they were so in sync; finishing each other’s sentences and constantly whispering. The old Japanese couple barely spoke to anyone else save for the odd gesture in sign language. Then there was Mick, the accountant………

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Copyright 2017 – Vivian Zems

Sunday Photo Fiction 17th Sept