NOTHING : Written by Pelotard + read by Lore Sjoberg
The door opened when she was still a few yards from the house. An old man made his way out, standing on the three steps leading down to the yard, straightening his back. He looked exactly the same as last time -- five years ago, or maybe seven? She couldn't quite remember -- thin, tall, with a wisp of nearly white hair that blew whichever way the wind fancied. She smiled at him. "Hi, Grandpa."