av fortellerkunstner | jun 12, 2015 | Her er det litt av hvert
Grandmother gone? “We’re not going to miss her!”, he said. I sat in the kitchen. My hair hung loose, grandmother used to force my long hair into two tight braids. Grandfather was making a soup. Actually he did everything. She, always stuck in the...
av fortellerkunstner | jun 4, 2015 | Her er det litt av hvert
She longed. He grabbed his bow and arrow, glanced at her, smiling worried. He left her again, bent forward as if he was trying to break the dark winter day, heading for the winter hunt. She lay down among the furs to wait. She held tightly around a fur, pretending it...
