The toy maker II

There are moments that determine the path for thoughts. Instants in which extraordinary incidents occur that, nevertheless, could go unnoticed buried in a world of the ordinary. They could… unless they are in the right place at the right time.  I have been always a bit reticent to mull over ideas. I have the distressing … More The toy maker II

The toy maker

A forest. A cabin. A dark night with no moon. Shadows darker than darkness, dancing among  trees, mixing themselves up with surroundings, filling the air with their malicious murmuring and whispering, getting closer to the distant stone walls.  The man inside can hear every sound. A branch, that creaked. An owl, who hooted. Wingbeats. Tiny … More The toy maker