i take the open top bus for the aquarium to bring snow to the seahorse in tank 56 who never believes me it would be gone by the time you arrived i explained again wiping my eyes and powdering my nose before emerging from the submarine I click the compact closed and fail to notice the glimpse of a seahorse determined to stowaway and see the snow from the top deck

the journalist
reporting from the frontline
wears no poppy

Sara Winteridge