Midnight In Dostoevsky

[Fiction] Two college friends speculate about a stranger in town:

“We were two sombre boys hunched in our coats, grim winter settling in. The college was at the edge of a small town way upstate, barely a town, maybe a hamlet, we said, or just a whistle stop, and we took walks all the time, getting out, going nowhere, low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen. This was how we spoke of the local people: they were souls, they were transient spirits, a face in the window of a passing car, runny with reflected light, or a long street with a shovel jutting from a snowbank, no one in sight.”

Source: The New Yorker
Published: Nov 30, 2009
Length: 30 minutes (7,599 words)