Kristina Claesson - Fiction

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ Victor Andersson had not stepped foot in Högby for over seven years. Not since the morning he’d left, the sea mist thick around him, his breath sharp with the kind of youthful optimism that fades when you are no longer a stranger to the world. He could still recall the creak of the old Volvo’s doors as he slammed them shut, the scent of salt and pine hanging heavy in the air. The town seemed to swallow him whole then, the wind tugging at his shirt, urging him to leave. But returning was different. The town had grown around him in a way he hadn’t imagined, while in the quiet back roads, it felt as though time had stalled. Högby was unchanged, at least, on the surface. The old fisherman’s cottages still sat stubbornly on the cliffs like weather-beaten sentinels, their timbers creaking with the wind. The cobbled streets were the same, with their smooth, round stones worn by decades of feet, shuffling, running, walking. The bakery still had the same faded sign out front, a testament to survival. And the swings in the park, rusted, unmoving, creaked as they swayed with the occasional gust of wind. Kristina Claesson, a retired health worker from a sleepy South Swedish town, who dedicates her newfound freedom to chronicling the people and the utterly absurd events that unfold in her otherwise idyllic community in ...English of all choices! Ovi eBook Publishing 2025