The parish church of St Martin stands, unusually, almost at the edge of the village of Edwick. Nobody is quite sure why it isn't central, but there have been many explanations put forward over the years. Perhaps the most picturesque is that it moved miraculously when the Devil once tried to get in the door. Closer to the village centre is the old school, now a youth club, which stands directly opposite the black and white Edwick Arms, where many of the club members drink their first sneaky sips of underage alcohol. That's if they can't get away with buying it from the nearby mini-market.
Friday, 14 February 2020
More creative writing
I was set a task to write a short piece with 3 facts and 1 fiction in it. Can you tell what's what?
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