Fiction story «A locket»
A locket A tiny picturesque village cut off from the rest of the world by mountain peaks became my sanctuary. Wooden houses nestled in the blooming trees, cows calmly browsing the hills, smiling people – that place seemed to be the epitome of peace and serenity. One of the senior villagers kindly offered me to stay at his place. His name was Rethaf. He lived alone. His wife had died and he considered himself too old for another marriage. Taking care of the cattle and doing the garden work turned into my everyday routine. There was neither electricity, nor telephone lines in the village. I felt detached from everything that was an essential part of my past life: politics, backstabbing friends, two-faced women and money issues. I spent most of my time exploring the nearby mountains. I climb…


