Fiction

A Black Bird High Up in the Sky

The smelter, 1956

Photo, © Øivind H. Solheim

The door shut behind him. She heard his steps down the stairs. The sound became weaker as he went down the stairs. Then she heard the sound of the front door closing, and it was silent again.

She put off the long handle, the dripping washcloth and the wash bucket, and went into the living room. She sat down in the…

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