The Hawk’s Hen

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Luella was walking home from the gym in her tight, grey, patchy leggings and a pink crop top when she noticed her ex and his mother walking out from number 51 along the road to put out the rubbish, wearing cashmere house robes. His was purple, her’s black. It wasn’t long before she and him caught eyes and suddenly, he stopped and walked towards her slowly and then, began running fast. She ran quickly to the back of the estate, panicking, trying to find a gap or…