1-2-3-Jump

Three little girls. One dictates a dream. ‘It was all of us in colourful burkas. We were on the roof. One after the other jumped as it rained. And we came down, falling slow, the burkas opening up just like umbrellas.’

The other questions, ‘How did you know it was us?’

‘Our socks’, said the first. ‘Our socks gave us up, or lack there of in my case.’

The third feeling inspired brought her mothers burka the next day. Brilliant mustard it was. They took turns wearing it.

Laughing and playing in circles.

The day never did come when they had to jump. They agreed a burka would never open like an umbrella if it were wet in the rain.

‘Too heavy’ said the first. ‘It would stick to us’ said the second. ‘My mother would get upset if we got it wet’ said the third.