Author(s): Paul Jennings

Poetry, Anthologies & Short Stories

<i>Uncanny!</i><br>I stared at Dad's eyes through the gas mask and remembered our handshake. A deal is a deal. With pounding heart, I walked into the soggy, wet mouth of the dead whale. <br>It's uncanny . . .<br>turning into a dung beetle, catching someone else's tattoos, being in bed with a ghost who tickles, seeing a flying dog.