Journalist and novelist living and working in Northern Ireland, UK.
Mi-Soon skipped along, her shoes incorrectly fastened. After twenty minutes of scouring the camp unnoticed by the guards in the watchtowers, she stopped beside a small area of trees planted along the perimeter of the camp. 'Oh hello,' she said to two figures. They didn't speak. Propped up against a tree, the two men were fully clothed, like dressed-up skeletons. 'Aren't you going to speak to me?' asked Mi-Soon, puzzled. There was silence. The only movement was the leaves gently whispering above the corpses. The branches swayed in the December wind. Mi-Soon bent over...
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Member since: August 2009
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