“The last thing he could remember was the smell of the free-ranging animals. The smell, and the feeling that someone or something was lurking in wait for him in the dark.” Story of the Week (May 15), by Julia Butschkow. Translated from Danish by Peter Woltemade.
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“He opens his eyes when I come in. “Are you here, my girl,” he says and smiles weakly. I sit down on the bed and gently take his hand between mine…” Story of the Week (March 6), by Maja Elverkilde. Translated from Danish by Peter Woltemade.
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“The picture paints itself again and again… a room, a floor, a window. A table, a chair. Squares of sunshine on the floor. An indeterminable potted plant on the windowsill.” Story of the Week (January 23), by Adda Djørup. Translated from Danish by Peter Woltemade.
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