Wheelchair for a Day

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Wheelchair for a Day

I arrived at the Windhoek Airport looking my best. As Dennis pushed the wheelchair toward me I gasped.

As Is

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

As Is

Seeking insight and wisdom, I knew I had to first deal with those pesky emotions.

Drip

Chapter Twenty-Three

Drip

My hands were more purple than white, and my relationship with Drip had gone from bad to worse.

Is She Bleeding?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Is She Bleeding?

The seriousness of the situation was upon Dennis far sooner than me. I didn’t feel like I was dying, but I was not the best person to consult in that regard.

Trails and Trials

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Trails and Trials

The bumpy road that carried us to and from the camp had not changed, but something had awakened in me, where the road ended at Rhino Camp.

Shifting Sand

CHAPTER TWENTY

Shifting Sand

I looked behind. As quickly as I had left an imprint the sand swallowed the evidence.

Sliding into Home

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sliding into Home

“We’re comin’ in hot!”

In Praise of Real Estate

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

In Praise of Real Estate

My fleshy house is worthy of better care than I’ve historically provided.

Parting

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Parting

I hugged Teya took a long look at the dogs and goats and headed for our hut.

Don’t Run!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Don’t Run!

I heard Nina’s screams; mine stuck in my throat.

Back to the Bush

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Back to the Bush

What the screens and doors miss, our resident Girdled Lizard swallows whole.

Coconut Macaroon and Just Nuisance

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Coconut Macaroon and Just Nuisance

I call them “once-in-a-lifetime” pets.

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