Stockholm. Darkness, silence. A soft whirlwind blew his hair across his face when Per got out of the taxi. It smelled like home.
With as little sound as possible, he carried the luggage from the elevator into the living room. He looked around the dark room. A clock on the side table ticked softly. Everything seemed the same as when he left three months ago. His heart leaped – three months. What the hell was I thinking? He shook his head and sat down on the couch to take off his shoes. Continue reading