Wolf 2012

Questions buzzed in my head over and over, like ants in an anthill, while my hand stirred in the fireplace the burning, charred, and just beginning to flare up stages of my whole life. I am thirty. In the house there are no guests, no fun, no raising of anyone’s spirits—no festive table with a bustling beauty-wife, no restless children scurrying back and forth. Fifteen kilograms of paper waste—one kilogram per year—that’s my children. With pleasure, I destroyed fifteen years of my own life! For what happens next, listen to Adam Mike’s novella—“Wolf”!