Chapter 20
By now the travelling show was beginning to wake up. Pasha, the elephant trainer, was leading his three charges to a fresh patch of grass. Boris was strutting across the field towards the mess hall where two women and man were making bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee.
The air was filled with delicious aromas and quiet morning sounds.
Nathan kept his eyes glued to the ground, hoping his body, crusted dark red with dried blood, wouldn’t draw unwanted attention. As he approached the entrance to the men’s block a voice called out his name, a woman’s voice, but he didn’t stop or turn around. He disappeared into brick building and into the nearest shower recess.