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.
Wednesday, 26 December 2007
Tuesday, 25 December 2007
Day 23
Walking in snow-shoes was harder than it looked on television, but Fin got it after a few steps and falls. When the car had first died, he had tried Fiona on his mobile phone. Fiona first, he thought, then authorities of some sort. But his phone didn't get reception here. So he was walking. There was a patch of sky to the North that looked a bit lighter than the rest. He was following that. To a town, maybe, or house, at least.
Sunday, 23 December 2007
Day 22
You could rent snowshoes at the airport. Right there at the airport! He rented them along with the two-door toyota without considering that he didn't actually know how to walk in snow-shoes.
He drove through the night, north and north, until the darkness told him nothing of what time it was. Then, about eleven hours and a hundred dollars of gas later, on an otherwise empty road with snow in fields of drifts on either side, his car began to slow down without him telling it to. It slowed and slowed and then stopped. Fin didn't know much about cars, but he knew they shouldn't do that.
He drove through the night, north and north, until the darkness told him nothing of what time it was. Then, about eleven hours and a hundred dollars of gas later, on an otherwise empty road with snow in fields of drifts on either side, his car began to slow down without him telling it to. It slowed and slowed and then stopped. Fin didn't know much about cars, but he knew they shouldn't do that.
Saturday, 22 December 2007
Day 21
The customs card asked what kind of trip he was on. There was a box for business, one for pleasure and one for study. There wasn't any box for I'm-not-entirely-sure. He ticked pleasure and handed it to the customs guard. She was wearing a Santa hat.
Day 20
(ANOTHER GUEST STAR EDITION! STARRING GUEST STAR HARRY 'the man' MAN)
He walked down the long grey tunnel toward the plane. As the small lights went by, he remembered the science centre from his childhood. He remembered the sound of his father's voice outside the tube, apparently everywhere, calling for Fin, Fin, Fin, and Fin running from one source of the noise to the next.
Now there was no voice, except for the wind, the low long atonal engines, and their high whine. He was welcomed on board, and the low sounds left and old women stood up, stowing their hats, slowing the queues of younger folk and rucksacks.
He walked down the long grey tunnel toward the plane. As the small lights went by, he remembered the science centre from his childhood. He remembered the sound of his father's voice outside the tube, apparently everywhere, calling for Fin, Fin, Fin, and Fin running from one source of the noise to the next.
Now there was no voice, except for the wind, the low long atonal engines, and their high whine. He was welcomed on board, and the low sounds left and old women stood up, stowing their hats, slowing the queues of younger folk and rucksacks.
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