"One night I dreamt that I placed her body on the frozen surfice of the Serpentine. it was around dawn and there were no wardens. The bus drivers were yet to sit down on their raised seats to take their wheels, and the ticket collectors were still to start ripping theire way through the stubs at the entrance to the park. she was completely naked and the scar on her side was beginning to peel away from her kin, the skin itself getting smoother, like before they had opened her up, as if the scalpel had never entered her. The sar, skinny like an eel, lay on the blue-rock bed and started to dissolve away like water, leaving no trace."
London under snow is a delicate, mature collection of short stories about winter. six fragments of different lives in six different moments. In this beautifully written collection, the characters come face to face with their past, hopes, losses and memories. Sensibility and a meticulous eye for detail course through each story, showcasing a careful lyricism that pays tribute to the painful realities of the human condition.
Bringing winter and Christmas celebrations to life in this selection of beautifully written short stories, Llavina mixes personal experiences with imagined characters to blur the lines between fiction and reality.
