
Story 38 of 48, about 2 minutes to read
The Empty Waiting Room
A refuge in the silence of the snow
You push open the door of a small station while snow falls outside. A warm lamp, wooden benches, a thermos still steaming and a parcel with a book inside: no hurry to leave.
Only the slow breathing of the station, listening with you to the muffled song of the snow.
The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.