I was crossing the park on my way to the library when I saw the poppy-man. I was so excited. I just had to snap a quick photo.
This was the first poppy-person I’d ever seen. I knew others had seen them – my next door neighbour had seen two poppy-kids several weeks before, and then the guy at the dépanneur told me he’d seen a poppy-couple. So I wasn’t the first, but I couldn’t help marveling.
What an experience. Extraordinary. Such joyful shoulders, such happy elbows. His feet! They gave a little skip. They did! I swear!
So then I felt badly about my plan, the one I’d thought up the moment I saw on the news that there was to be a cull of poppy-people.
When they’d first returned – an extinct species, who would have believed it! – they’d Continue reading