· Haparanda, Sweden
The line of washing.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
White sheets on the Anderssons' line snapped in the wind and frightened a passing herd into their yard. The family sheltered behind the cellar door while antlers tangled in the cloth.
I took the line down from its far post. The sheets fell, the animals found the gate, and the yard went still. Mrs. Andersson said the washing was ruined. Then she laughed and put the kettle on.