Another Angus Oblong style short surreal story. Murry was my friend’s nickname and I have no idea about the rest of the context.

Murry the Puddle

Murry was a small, dark puddle.

It would sit in gutters all day and splash you as you walked past it.

It listened to boy bands.

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