The first time I heard the scraping in the walls, my heart shook, my bladder all but totally loosened, and a kind of mortal terror gripped my person.
2021. Alison and Shona are sheltering in their local Wetherspoons on a wet Saturday afternoon.
I wasn’t born with this face.
I was human once, like you.
African or Indian, just as long as she wasn’t English.
The railroad yard was a desolate place, and the fact that it seemed to stretch on forever didn’t help.
When I was four years old, my great-grandmother told me to look into the eyes of the first elephant I met and read its mind.
08/07/2007 Image – “Noble Elephant” by Robert Sanque