The Price of Hilda
Heikki sat at the end of the Christmas dinner table, the place Hilda called “the seat of honour”: a ridiculous idea of what it meant…
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Heikki sat at the end of the Christmas dinner table, the place Hilda called “the seat of honour”: a ridiculous idea of what it meant…
The distant train whistle doesn’t sound romantic, now. She gathered her coffee as thoughts of chemical spills from train derailments stained the sound she loved.…
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