The horned animal squeezes wild, evil and at the same time wailing screams out of his throat as tenuous sand grabs a hold of him with silent ease. Dead slow it gets absorbed from the bottom up however much it stems its legs against the caving mass.
Niko sat like a little buddha in the belly of his mother. Bald-headed, cross-legged and his arms folded on his chest. Continue reading “All beginnings”
Er ist nicht richtig im Kopf, sagte Thome, während er beobachtete, wie Niko am Boden mit einigen Kastanien spielte, die ihm Elisa hingelegt hatte.