I rest in my sleevelessness, watching the sea mist silver the sun: two canoeists make for what is left of its reflection. Young men sit in their fearlessness, bragging about exam grades till one of them, desperate for balance, indicates an insect on his skateboard. “Come and see the ladybug,” he pleads…. Camaraderie in the margins: I have noticed it before, on the borders of lochs and forests – even in dystopian twitchels and ginnels.                                                            Copyright © JENNY JOHNSON First published in Sarasvati  
 CAMARADERIE IN THE MARGINS
        CAMARADERIE IN THE MARGINS