Spider

Skogsrå

I slept on a park bench, near the house in Örebro, and I woke to a feeling of being very cold, an ache phasing into my back, touching the specific set of organs and nerves that felt like the border of my soul. I tried to open my eyes, or, specifically, my eyelids moved like every time I had blinked …

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Hatmakers

We walked through the arcade; shops with wooden fronts and hand-painted signs. I stopped at an old hat shop. “I’ve had a dream about this place”, I said, recognising the window display somehow, and I stood back to survey the sign properly. FOXTON & SONS, HATMAKERS I walked in, curiously, and the smell of old mahogany, cigars and dust filled …