The end of the street
An old man shuffles down a street with heavy steps until he comes to a bench, on which he lets himself fall, exhausted. The road ends here.
Detective Mowgli saves the house
Actually, I rarely go into the basement. Sometimes I just need a few screws or put something down that I later want to dispose of completely. But that doesn’t happen often. Not that I’m scared of the basement, quite the opposite. It’s just not nice there.
My friend the tree
“My friend, the tree, is dead…” sang Alexandra in 1968. The old childhood friend fell in the early morning red.