Lilah

I sang the song the children of the shop owners taunted the dock monkeys with. “Dock monkey lift, he don’t know where to go…. Dock monkey drag, give him your purse to stow….”

Exfictious Calby and Pliny’s Cat

“I need to go see someone,” Momma said to me. I looked down at my work clothes. “Be this okay?” “Migone,” she said. “No.” I changed out into a school-worth outfit, got my rucksack, and packed what I needed to survive contingencies. Momma and I caught the bus on Very Good Road and got off on Broadway next to the …