The stars were bursting in the sky, like silver prawn
crackers popping and growing and burning in a pan of too hot oil. Giant
white lilies leered at me. Their big heads hung low but their beady
eyes never stopped following me. Tufts of scrubby grass had eyes to
watch me with as well, I knew that they were all against me.
TEXT by Frankie Taylor + IMAGES by Genevieve Ryan