One warm summer’s evening, after a string of sweaty days which dried up plants and made people ill, what appeared to be a girl with messy hair and wearing pyjamas entered a veterinary clinic. The woman at the desk looked up.
“I need help,” the visitor said.
The receptionist’s eyebrows knitted together as it was just on closing time.
“Where is the animal?” she asked.
“I am the animal,” the visitor said. Continue reading “Welcome home: a short story”
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