Richard was back in the kindergarten but this time he had been tied with a thick sailor’s rope and couldn’t move. He wondered whether dwarfs had much of this kind of rope in case they happened to kidnap humans more frequently. His tool set was taken away from him, his shirt was dirty from the soil from the playground. ‘Mr. Innocent,’ Frank took...
It was an ordinary spring day. Everything was normal, his morning coffee tasted the same as for over twenty past years, his breakfast consisted of same old fried eggs, two pieces of black bread and a bowl of cereal. His small flat had been neatly cleaned, his work shirt had been ironed last evening and his morning newspaper was read in the section...
