Egg thief
He approaches, hiding behind the few plants around, dry, brittle but dense enough to cover his small figure. He kneels, he looks around, no sounds, no wind, nothing seems to disturb the rubble and dirt around him. Two steps, one step, three steps, now; quick!
''They were big! Bigger than me! Two of them, we fought, I struggled, one of us won in the end''
''That was dangerous'' - said the concerned friend
''I would do it again''
And they and their empty stomachs continued their journey.
Alessandra Centorbi
Nottingham, England