Work of a moment on the crowded pavement. Bus arriving, tripping, flailing, bus arriving. Stop. “No, I don’t want a flyer, thanks.”
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“Hush,” said Mummy
Baby screamed as the polar bear leapt across the ice. “Hush,” said Mummy Penguin, “it’s just a dream. We live at opposite poles.”
Skin salt, sweet lips
The taste of the sea stayed with Steno though he washed his mouth with wine and ate his meal of honey. The night would be long.
