Oliver
Oliver
Hardened by his journey back from the forest since his car broke down and his phone was dead he saw life differently. A week lost in a British forest changed his entire world, nobody came to look for him, nobody knew he was gone, he endured. The first time he found another person he was so struck with shock that the person power walked away, the sight of a dirty, disheveled Oliver so close to a main road was more than enough to excuse the passerby behaviour, but Oliver had no idea he had been so close to a public right of way. He just happened to walk in the wrong distance and kept circling round about half a mile short of the path and roar of the cars down the main road. He's left his wife, abandoned his kids and reported his car as stolen. He's a new man.
Oliver is one of my Ball Flickers made from rat skin and duckling skin.
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