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RE: MSP Fiction Workshop 50-Word Challenge: STORY STARTER
ENTRY
When I got home, I was greeted by a banquet of apple slices and dead pigeons carefully laid upon my table.
“I made this for you,” said the stranger in the corner.
He was young. He was small. He was wearing my clothes. He smelled of sea salt and charcoal.
Nice. Intriguing start!