The path
It was like every morning. The alarm clock next to his bed at the same spot his entire life. Folding up his puffy white duvet, which...
Head over water (I)
Emma wondered if that statue had always been there. Towering over the almost leafless trees in that small square in the town park. How...
Head over water (II)
The sky changed had changed its colour. It had gone from morning misty grey to bright blue, infused with a few gleaming sun beams. It...
