Alligator stories
What Have I Seen: Reflections on Seeing from Those Who Live
“Come with me”, he says, his four stout legs turned outward on the sand, his long snout shut tight.
“You’re very old,” I said.
“Yes.”
“You know things. You’ve hunted things. You’ve been hunted.”
“Yes. Come with me.”
His green eyes flashed like a cat’s.
“Where are you taking me? Will I be hurt?”
“You’ve already been hurt.”
“Will I die?”
“Haven’t you already? How…