Sublime

There were people flocking to him from all directions. He held the key to every heart.

Fatima

It had all been arranged by advert and telephone: the Fredrikson family were offering a holiday home to a child for the summer out of the goodness of their hearts, and for a small fee, of course. Axel and Hanna had discussed it thoroughly – all the big-city children in need of fresh air, woods, water, and good food. They had said all the things peo

quiet as the grave.

The miracle of the little things.

“You can’t live in this town, Maya, you can only survive it.”