Caterpillars

Tess Wheeler
Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read

350 words flash fiction

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She was an extraordinary sort of a girl. I knew that the minute I saw her collecting caterpillars from leaves in the local park.

I was sitting on a bench nearby, trying to read my book but being plagued by a wasp. As I swatted it away for the sixth time, reckoning that its patience was wearing as thin as mine and that I was quite likely to be stung soon, I caught sight of her out of the…

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Tess Wheeler

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Writer, editor and English teacher. Reader and beach-walker. I used to live in Hong Kong and London but now I’m back home in the North East of England.

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