Benjamin Posted January 28, 2011 Share Posted January 28, 2011 Squatting on his haunches with a morbid obsession for ants. He dug little trenches in the soil, the boy in muddy pants. Filling them with water procured in tins from a garden tap. Then, suppressing laughter, watched the tiny creatures circumvent more snags that he'd invent. And like some ancient lord, untouchable and omnipotent, the moment he was bored, did shovel aside their last remnant to start his game again. And I, sat and read my newspaper on the back garden lawn, with conscience, snacks, a drink-in-a-can, and floods in Pakistan. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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