Horombo Hut

He lay there in his sleeping bag, on that thin mattress, which rested awkwardly on top of that hard, wooden frame, his lungs burning and his head pounding from the hard day’s climb. The sun had disappeared below the clouds and it was cold enough for him to see his breath. He slunk a little…

The Caterpillar

Image As the sun reached the very top of the tree, its light cascaded down through its branches, glistening off the droplets of dew on the leaf where the caterpillar was resting. The glint of the sun’s reflection aroused him from his lugubrious slumber. He sulked, like a prisoner awaking from dreams of sandy beaches…