Winter 1982 – Wailing Across the Gap

The howl came again. It seemed to come from directly in front of us yet it sounded miles away. It had a strange echo to it, like a radio improperly tuned to a station. I shook my head. I said, “It is here and not here. It is calling from the other side of a border.”

Felix frowned. It was almost a comical sight. After decades of having an immovable face he could not seem to express himself subtly. His emotions were all presented as if for the theater goer in the back row.