Sparrows

Chill winter morning. The train station was almost deserted but one could feel the liveliness floating in the air. It was early, just after sunrise, and there weren’t many people around. Maybe this was the reason for the vitality of the morning – all life seems to have awoken from the night’s sleep and was yet to be sucked away by the countless people about.

Parting

– You said eight in the evening. Why are we here at nine in the morning?

The Gallows

– No, I told you I cannot right now…Listen, – he sighed, – listen, for Christ’s sake!

Fear

Mist.

No, not mist.

On a dark winter’s night

It was dark.

Abyss

            He stood there, motionless, staring into the abyss ahead.