
This is a quick, tense, haunting story about the weight of grief, the emptiness that remains after a death, and how some things refuse to let us logic our way out of them. The story is told from Iðunn's perspective and the author does an excellent job keeping us in the dark as much as Iðunn is.
Photo is from nearly as close to Iceland as I've ever been (the coast of Maine. I've been to PEI, which is even closer, but it doesn't look as moody).























































