Chapter Twelve ~ Looking For The Accidental Museum
A society of fugueurs dedicated to forging new and unexpected pathways through city and countryside alike. Freewheeling psychogeographers intent on uncovering the hidden, the forbidden, the derelict and the subterranean.
(Philosophical Transactions of the above Company of Glasgow giving some ACCOUNT of the present undertakings, studies & labours of the INGENIOUS in many considerable parts of the world VOL 1, Company of Vagabonds)
Ben and the crab were facing off. The crab’s claws were held high, Ben swished a lollipop stick. They circled back and forward, then around each other. Ben was being told off by Mandy. Maybe she was telling off the crab too.
The light from under the iron door was now lemony and bright.
“It’s weeing!”
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