Claudia Comyn

The two men were locked in a brutal struggle, frozen in a moment that might have looked like a dramatic sculpture in a park somewhere in Central Europe – Villy towering above his enemy in fury, the man beneath him scrambling to survive.

The two men were locked in a brutal struggle, frozen in a moment that might have looked like a dramatic sculpture in a park somewhere in Central Europe – Villy towering above his enemy in fury, the man beneath him scrambling to survive.

He was reading Södra Dalarnes Tidning’s “Thought for the Day” section.

lips curled into a wide grin, and he laughed – not out of joy, but to deepen the man’s humiliation.

What you feel today, you need not necessarily feel tomorrow. Everything changes.

They had their opinions. She wanted her life.

Killing a man wasn’t difficult. The act itself was simple. But getting here, making the decision, following through, that had taken a lifetime.