I’m Sure We Have It Here Somewhere
by Joanna Horrocks
Ah, good morning. How nice to see you! Of course, we’re open. Please, come in.
Don’t worry, he won’t bite you. Lift his leg, perhaps.
What kind of place is this? Well, it’s the Museum, isn’t it? It says so right there on the plaque by the door knocker, the one made of iron, the skin of a traitor, and that small, oddly shaped bone. No, no, not the plaque, the door knocker. Any fool can see the plaque is carved from a much larger piece of bone.
Please don’t ask where we got it. It’s not of interest unless—oh, dear, you’re not one of those, are you? I thought not. You don’t have the fingers for it, I can tell. Please, do sit down and have a cup of tea.
Oh, you mean what kind of museum is it? What kind of museum would you like it to be?