November morning
Norbert Maier
”Your turn in the chair next time,” said October. “I know,” said November. He was pale and thin-lipped. He helped October out of the wooden chair. “I like your stories. Mine are always too dark.” “I don’t think so,” said October. “It’s just that your nights are longer. And you aren’t as warm.” “Put it like that,” said November, “and I feel better. I suppose we can’t help who we are.”
SvaraRaderaDen här gillar jag!
Har aldrig hört talas om Neil Gaiman, men jag känner som november och hoppas hon (?) har rätt.
Mette,
SvaraRaderaJa, jag tycker också om den.
Margaretha