#91 🪀 Yo, tell us the sound of your THOUGHTS ⚡️

Go-cart – person! – Irish wolfhound, maybe

I came across three sisters wandering down the road, on my way to the Paraparaumu pool to do laps. At least, I assumed they were sisters. Something about the way they moved together like a pack, without looking at each other. An old dog with matted grey fur was with them, big enough to be at least partly Irish wolfhound.

The oldest sister, maybe 15, held the hand of the middle sister. The youngest, a mere speck next to the dog, stood behind them with her fingers wrapped around the handle of a low-seated wooden tricycle. 

The sunset sky was the colour of a pale plum. A breeze ruffled the dog’s fur, flickering frizzy strands in front of his eyes, but he paid them no heed. When I was about ten metres away, scuffling along in holey Birkenstocks with my swim bag in one hand, the youngest one pointed at me and called to her sisters.

“Look! It’s a person. A person!”