This is my entry for this week’s 100-Word Challenge for Adults.
Elsie lay across her cot like a damp rag in the sweltering afternoon heat. She was trying to digest what she’d seen. She’d followed the elephant herd for days, but today was a revelation. Textbook words long ago had come to life like some ethereal dream in the velvety haze of morning.
The herd had discovered the carcass of another pachyderm. They gathered around it solemnly, and one by one, each member had caressed the heap of parched old bones. They fondled pieces of the deceased and carefully set them back, then stood quietly.
“They know they’re elephants,” she whispered.
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