A new pen was broken and there
was ink spilling everywhere, on
the sand, on the linen, everywhere.
She turns to her father and says that
she is sorry, so, so, sorry.
He is angry and walks up to the top of the pile
of rocks that look out
onto the bit of jungle that has formed around the two
of them. No one
told him it was
a volcano or that it was
a magical creation.