It’s surprisingly busy at the house of pain these last weeks, despite the fact that everyone should be winding down for turkey and wine at Christmas. But before I finally switch everything off here and head to holidays myself, a last post in 2012 seems to be in order.
A few weeks back, I contributed a very short story to Joanna Walsh’s book game at Dialogue Books in Berlin. A group of authors including yours truly had written specially commissioned 5-part stories that were hidden in books on Dialogue’s shelves. Customers had to find five ‘bookmarks’ of the same colour to piece together a new and exclusive story. And here it is now, as some kind of pre-Christmas present. I hope you enjoy it. I’m off.
Winterwood
The old man trudged through the deep snow at dusk. The only sound he heard was the faint echo of his crunching steps reflected by the frost-covered trees; like someone walking at the same pace hidden from view. But there was nothing except the way ahead, his billowing breath and the fading light. He had walked a long way and was alone. Was he?
Frohe Weihnachten und guten Rutsch!!
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