Elaine van Dyk
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The Sighing of Dawn
Our ears have been alert all night for sounds of a hunt, a kill, but so far nothing – just the constant loud grunting, not-quite-roaring, in the sandy, dry riverbed. We stand outside on the ve…
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Whisperings
This was a magical place. A place he’d cherished as a child. He’d stumbled across it, trying to hide from his drunken father. Now, many years later, he’d returned.
Lying here on his back,…
