Our small home on this distant shore. A little village made of little huts. Warm skies. Ocean breeze. The trees’ low boughs touch the blades of the tall grasses that enclose us. Children are warned: stay on the paths. Visit the beach. Play in the meadows. Dance in the creek. But do not wander into the grasses. Red Beak will get you.
A folk tale to terrify tykes into obedience. Until adults started to go missing.
Paddy Dobson
13th March 2021