I arrived at the Windhoek Airport looking my best. As Dennis pushed the wheelchair toward me I gasped.
Seeking insight and wisdom, I knew I had to first deal with those pesky emotions.
My hands were more purple than white, and my relationship with Drip had gone from bad to worse.
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.
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.
I looked behind. As quickly as I had left an imprint the sand swallowed the evidence.
“We’re comin’ in hot!”
My fleshy house is worthy of better care than I’ve historically provided.
I hugged Teya took a long look at the dogs and goats and headed for our hut.
I heard Nina’s screams; mine stuck in my throat.
What the screens and doors miss, our resident Girdled Lizard swallows whole.
I call them “once-in-a-lifetime” pets.