· Narvik, Norway
Bread for the watchman.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
The harbor watchman's wife waved from a storage loft while a reindeer struck the doors below. Their little boy was there too, hiding behind sacks of flour.
I drew the animal toward the empty quay with a whistle and gave them a clear ladder down. The watchman arrived with bread still warm from home. We ate it at the water's edge, leaving the reindeer to its own business.