Showing posts with label Lion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lion. Show all posts

Friday, 3 April 2015

Lion (April)


The importance of being Ernest was to kill a lion. Or say he did. Jim was going blind. He had not killed a lion. To do so, Nora said, he’d have to go up and touch him and smell if the lion was there. Why kill a lion? What’s the best time? April? April was sweet showers for Jim, but the cruellest month for Ernest. One day he took a gun and shot himself. But Jim died after an operation. The cemetery’s next to Zürich Zoo. Nora said she liked to think of him lying there, listening to them roar.