Category: Flash Fiction
“Oh Tata,” Gorana said. “Do we have to go in there? Can’t we just call?”
“Don’t be a silly girl,” he said. “I know these people. We’ll just pop in for a drink and then we can ask Visnja about the cakes.”
“It’s just so full of old men,” she muttered under her breath, but followed her father into the bar.
The conductor walks up and down the small train – just one car – clipping tickets, nodding to old acquaintances, selling tickets to those who get on at the small stations. Every day he travels from Karlovac to Bubnjarci and back again, following the river, passing under the castle on...