The Congo Dinosaur

Redmond O’Hanlon

The boy lay stretched out on a low wooden platform under an orange tree. His father sat on a stool beside him, bending forward, chanting at the top of his voice, over and over again, ‘I’ve lost my child. My poor son. My son is dead.’ Twenty or so women, sitting on mats behind him, rocked back …


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