The Pygmy Giant

by David Hartley

A great gust of hot jungle air sweeps through the cargo bay doors as, there; they open, but my blood does not get warmer because then; at that moment, I first properly hear the untidy clippety-clop of angry hooves on concrete and soon; within mere moments, I will be encountering the split second of my duty and now the giant cork in my hands feels very, very heavy.

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David Hartley was born and bred in Preston and Manchester.