COME ON IN – a short story

“In the dark, dark woods Sacha came upon a hut that stood on chicken feet. Inside lived a witch called Baba Yaga Boneylegs,” reads Estelle. Pollution levels are low so she and Howie are sitting out on the balcony. The boy is transfixed by the illustration of the hut running round on its giant legs. “Little girl, I’m going to eat you for my supper, said the witch!”

Fifteen floors below them in plastic tents and makeshift shacks live the refugees: old men, teenagers, extended families. There a...