· Jokkmokk, Sweden
Bread at the crossroads.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
A mother and two sons waited behind the crossroads shelter after a running herd divided the road. Their father was on the other side, close enough to call and too far to help.
I waited for a gap, then walked the boys over with one hand on each shoulder. Their mother followed; their father met them halfway. We shared the bread he had been bringing home.