Oct 5, 2021
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Scotstober, Day Fyve
‘God, he’s a richt horror him.’
‘How dae ye mean? Is he pure snide or whit?’
‘Naw, naw, it’s mair than that. He’s unfathomable. Impossible tae perceive. Strange in wiys ye jist cannae comprehend.’
‘Awrite mate… eh, ah’ll keep ma distance then. Cheers fur the heids up.’
‘Nae worries, pal! An wan mair hing — see if emdy here ever invites ye tae sum reading group aboot an “auld yin”, jist tell thum yer no interestit. Trust me.’
Written as part of #Scotstober on Twitter (5th October 2021 — ‘eldritch’)
