Wolves by Stefan Emunds

Wolves

We flee through a wintry forest. The snow is high, has an icy crust. Our legs are tiring out. The weight of my son Moon Face bends me. Red Feather runs ahead of me. What a runner! Our daughter Silent Laugh clings to her neck, strangles her. I glance back briskly, worried to stumble. The wolves are twenty yards away …

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The Old Man and the Field

Once upon a time a poor peasant was living in the cold North of Germany. The climate was rough and it was hard to make a living. The peasant was humble, worked hard, and loved God and his family with all his heart, but nature left them with too little to live and too much to die. One day, Meister …