Traffic jam on Main Road

In front of us was a giant woolly mammoth. It’s tusks, like giant’s scythes, pointing into the sky, grey coat dank and steaming.

‘What is that?’ you asked looking up from your knitting. Its massive body had blocked the light and you couldn’t see your stitches clearly.

When you saw the thick, wider than a tree trunk, legs you went silent for a few moments and then asked again, ‘what is that?’

‘A woolly mammoth, I think.’

We sat in our car watching it ramble up Main Road as if we saw strange beasts every day. The traffic around us was still, no hooting, no angry revving of engines. In the car in next to us two children, their cavernous pink mouths wide open, pressed their faces against the car windows to watch the mammoth delicately pick its way through the stalled cars.

‘Steak for dinner?’ you asked when we finally started to move again.

Photo by Adrian Dascal on Unsplash