Strip roads in Africa

a limp hope, the last remaining item in Pandora’s Box after the escape of the Asian devils. It was wearing the coat of a willing spirit, daunted but brave, but like a Chindit mission, more than likely destined for failure; and my father had experienced too many of them. It was a sad hope because it had an inkling that somewhere along a winding African strip road a strange flock of Soul pilferers, Harpies, mythological vultures, Soul scavengers of the ancient world, would again feed off a part of his everything, test his metal, and steal his purpose.   

Luanshya musings

Brendan Turner

Strip road

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