An Elderly Man Sat Fishing On A Wooden Pier Until Three Young Men Approached Him

with its own kind of argument.

Viktor held his ground and let it tire itself out.

He had all morning.

The road back through the birch forest was empty at this hour, the trunks white and straight on both sides, the light coming through at an angle that turned everything slightly gold for fifteen minutes before the sun got high enough to make the light continue reading …