Hexacon

Hexacon

TEXT: Kenneth was sick of the busy streets, strung out shoppers and stressed sales merchants. He imagined flicking his coat, revealing wings, and flying into the hexacon. He would snug between the angles, wriggle into close comfort. Secure.

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