Tickets were gone in minutes.
Some had camped with thermos of coffee, or tea, spiked with rum.
It was the beginning of winter, and snow was gathering at the side of the road.
The night before the show, Elinor could’t sleep. Her suitcase ready by the side of her bed.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by an image, other times they are the inspiration for photos, which I take to complement the stories.