Wednesday, 26 December 2007

Day 24

It was a house. Of sorts. A small cabin, really. Alone with blackness all around. Fin knocked on the door with his mittened hand.

A man, an old man, thinner than paper and as fragile, answered.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've been thinking. At first, I didn't want this to end, but, after Advent, and now Christmas, I'm OK with it ending "and ... .ever after."
Thanks, Em, and guest writer Harry.

Anonymous said...

Um, is it just me or is this story still kind of dangling? What's the old man's story? Thinner than paper you say? I want to know more! Your readers demand more!

Anonymous said...

DEMAND!

Emma said...

That's french for ask.

Um.

Come on people, you can put it together! (and, okay, next year maybe I will, you know, write the story ahead of time...)

Robin said...

i think he was bringing some star-shaped cookies to his dad (paperthinman).

But why did he have to go on that day?? (??)

This advent calendar raises more questions than your usual kind of advent calendar. Mostly all you usually ask is "how do they get those chocolates inside that pretty picture," or "why isn't the star on the 24th a big chocolate anymore?"

tori said...

i have to agree with robin - i have a lot of questions. and now i'm kind of in the mood for chocolate. damn.
i am really in love with this concept. you are a very talented writer. like, really talented. i don't like fiction, but i liked reading this. i hope that 2008 brings a new chapter to this story.