It was surreal, but there they were drifting under a night sky filled with the most wondrous activity from the stars and planets. The water lapped at the side of their boat and in the silence that was all they could hear. Mother lent on the bent wooden pole and tried not to weep. Her children transfixed by the light display above them had dried tears still on their faces. Gently, Mother steered them down the river that had once been the Nile, but was now known as the Nilegy Sea.
‘Father would have loved this!’ the youngest called out.
‘Yes, yes he would,’ Mother replied sadly and looked down at her husband’s hollowed out back.
(Inspired by; painting by Leonora Carrington entitled How Doth the Little Crocodile 1998)