I meet Henk off the plane. We’ve been speaking by email but I’m disappointed to meet him in person. He’s he’s older than I hoped. He won’t make a good photograph, too plain. I was hoping for khaki shorts and a hat of some kind, but he’s in jeans. “A bit wet out there today I’m afraid.” he says. [...]
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In the fading light of the Aurora Borealis above Quinn’s head a single sea bird circled. Quinn took aim, clumsily adjusting the telescopic sight of his pulse rifle as he was reluctant to remove his thick gloves. The ice began to form on his goggles as he struggled to keep the bird in sight and [...]
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