Timothy Mudie | The Elephants’ Crematorium

Liyana had seen elephants form into protective circles when calves were threatened, but this was different. These days, animal behavior was all but impossible to predict, of course---prey turning to predator; trees turning to stone in moonlight---but this didn’t feel random. There was intent in the way the elephants moved. The seven of them---she counted three juvenile males, two juvenile females, and two adult females---plodded into a loose formation. | Copyright 2018 by Timothy Mudie. Narrated by Nan McNamara.