▲ TAG: flash fiction
That morning’s ice, no more than a brittle film, had cracked and was now floating in segments. Spring was coming. She could feel it in every fiber of her narrow body, even in the hollows where bone poked outwards. Her stomach had been rummaging all winter long, almost no wildlife had passed through the woodland where the house grew farther and farther into the rocks and trees surrounding it. If you didn’t know where it was, you’d never find it. You would have to stumble across it, almost like Hansel and Gretel in that horrid bedtime story nana used to tell in the early years. Everyone old enough knows witches do not exist; fear of wolves and bears were true fears, even for old people like fathers and uncles. Having a wolf pass through tonight would seem like a good deal, for the opportunity to cook stew on the stove to warm both body and soul, and maybe even the house.
All light was lowering on the horizon. Our world got covered with fiery red darkness while the ground remained steel blue and cold. The complexity of the contrasts was evidence enough that we were living in a place where the sun was silent.
Verkar som en sjukt kul grej! Glad Påsk på dig! Kram
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