The Talking Tiger

“One day soon, Mama is going to die,” Soufa said, beginning her children’s bedtime story. Toma groaned. “Mama, you’ve told us this story a bazillion times.” “Tell us the one about the talking tiger,” Malum begged, gripping Soufa’s arm and looking up with big, begging eyes. Soufa sighed and settled back in her chair. She … Continue reading The Talking Tiger

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The Summer’s End

I shouldn’t have thought about them. Instead I place myself in one of the fields we pass, place myself in a sunny day, not overcast like today. I lie myself down in the long grass, swallowed, so when I look up all I see is the stalks of green and yellow, shooting up into the … Continue reading The Summer’s End