| Author: | Dmitry Berger | ISBN: | 9780988020917 |
| Publisher: | Dmitry Berger | Publication: | March 28, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dmitry Berger |
| ISBN: | 9780988020917 |
| Publisher: | Dmitry Berger |
| Publication: | March 28, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
A woman brings her husband to a remote cottage in the middle of nowhere to give him what he always wanted – peace and quiet of his personal fortress of solitude in the northern snowy wilderness. He well deserves to get away from it all, to step out of the rat race every middle-aged, professional family man has to endure. She leaves him alone with supply of food and booze, and his only lifeline to the world – a cell phone.
The man enjoys this almost savage life far away from annoying distractions of civilization. But after a while, the surrounding white emptiness begins to affect him. Something or someone seems to stalk him. Where does it come from? No one is around. Then it must come from inside.
But is it all real or just a bad dream. Instead of peace of mind, his blissful solitude away from it all conjures up the inner demon of self-loathing and self-fear.
The outside world with all its little familiar distractions is only a phone call away; the choice it to run to it or maybe from it. Because no matter what he does he is never alone.
A woman brings her husband to a remote cottage in the middle of nowhere to give him what he always wanted – peace and quiet of his personal fortress of solitude in the northern snowy wilderness. He well deserves to get away from it all, to step out of the rat race every middle-aged, professional family man has to endure. She leaves him alone with supply of food and booze, and his only lifeline to the world – a cell phone.
The man enjoys this almost savage life far away from annoying distractions of civilization. But after a while, the surrounding white emptiness begins to affect him. Something or someone seems to stalk him. Where does it come from? No one is around. Then it must come from inside.
But is it all real or just a bad dream. Instead of peace of mind, his blissful solitude away from it all conjures up the inner demon of self-loathing and self-fear.
The outside world with all its little familiar distractions is only a phone call away; the choice it to run to it or maybe from it. Because no matter what he does he is never alone.
