First there was nothing – all was still. Only green. Water dripped from a pale nostril, and cascaded down to the muddy ground below. Then, movement. The dripping point shook briefly, and sniffed. A second niff, and then the boy returned to his statuesque pose, a blurred

Maxie stepped down from the high step of the coach, scuffing up the red dirt of the road as she landed.  As she mounted the pavement, she looked around for familiar sights; something comforting in this unknown destination. Maxie’s dad swept past her, heading for the luggage