Special thanks to Lisa F. for the inspiration.
Swish Swash. The tall man in corduroy pants walked past the bronze elephant sculpture.
Murph – the bronze gorilla – spoke first.
“You’re safe, Ndotto – he’s a regular.”
Ndotto breathed a sigh of relief through his bronze snout.
“As a small child, he came to this park with his mother.” Murph continued.
“What happened to her?” Ndotto asked.
Tatem Tiger roared, troubled by Ndotto’s inquiry.
“Easy, Tatem.” Murph’s voice softened.
“See those trees over there?” Murph asked. “The one with a hand around the other?”
Ndotto nodded.
“She’s still here,” Murph whispered, “her bronze fingers forever intertwined with the tree she loved.”
B.G. Smith 