Short Story: Tuatara

The tuatara in the tiny playground in Cuba Mall has a sly grin. And that’s because it’s seen so many things. It has had spit and snot and all manner of food and drink slopped down its face. Treats of course. Since there’s no one regimented feeding time. And it’s always near frenzy, particularly weekends. And school holidays.

I remember sending my kid dow…