A Laughing Cry

By laughingcry

Strange Object

What on earth is that?

I thought as I peered out of my upstairs window into the empty derelict house next to mine. At best it was frozen chicken. At worse it was an offering to a god of some description.

Once downstairs and closer I was reassured to discover it was nothing more than a broken pig ornament.

With that, I packed my vivid imagination into its box and continued with the day.

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