AN ARK

Bob Schofield
Jul 29, 2014 · 1 min read

The baboons were drumming the pipes and the elephants were out of their cages. I was waxing down the ivory with a washcloth. Everything else was fine on the old cruise ship, except for the smell. The towel boys were toweling. The icebergs were glistening. I could hear the distant beaches, roaring in discomfort, but that was that. Then a light, flickering in my overcoat. Inside a balled up sock, I found a firefly. And inside that baby firefly, the whole rest of the zoo.

    Bob Schofield

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    writer of words. cartoonist of cartoons. sleeper of sleeps.

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