Work of a moment on the crowded pavement. Bus arriving, tripping, flailing, bus arriving. Stop. “No, I don’t want a flyer, thanks.”
Baby screamed as the polar bear leapt across the ice. “Hush,” said Mummy Penguin, “it’s just a dream. We live at opposite poles.”
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.