NOON
“She told me how her mother had taught her to sew skins and make clothing. She told me stories of hunting and fishing, of a happy time when wolves and caribou could be seen from the hamlet.
“You could tell the weather by the smell of the wind. The fragrance of leaves and flowers meant rain from the south; the smell of sea meant rain from the north.”
She looked out of her window at the quad bikes whining down the dusty roads. “The only smell now is petrol”.
