*Fiction — December 26, 2019
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ACARAVAN OF DONKEYS moved along the side of a country road, carrying goods to sell in a nearby village. Their master followed in the rear. After a little while, the donkey walking at the front of the caravan turned to his colleagues who seemed exhausted and worn out. He brayed at them in his loudest voice, saying: “let’s go! Hurry up you lazy bastards!”
Then he looked back at his master in disdain, and continued haughtily on his way.
Originally published in No Tokens Issue No. 7. View full issue & more.