A new frog can’t seem to settle. She entertains ideals, though dangers always lurk round the corner. Story complimented with unsettling pictures of a student modern dance performance from Amiens, France, circa May 2018.
Out in the crested hills, we find little bands of lizards. They’re a cunning lot – twisting, wiggling when facing the predator. The trick to catching them is to predict: they are running in the direction of their holes. Continue reading “Story of the Week: Lizards”→
If there’s anything I regret, it’s that I hadn’t experienced this before now.
They had done it 2 times before, and from their tales I expected splashes of blood and post-kill grief. The first time they did it, they didn’t know what to feel; they were swinging between tears and laughter; it was an emotional gutting.
In characteristic neglect of my feminine duty, I had forgotten (“память девичья,” that poor faculty of retention, as my host mother likes to tease) to wash the Miras Moldova office when my turn turned up. I was a week late.
My partners had reassured me, suggesting that I invite our new French volunteer to assist. Now wouldn’t it be much easier this way!