Extract from A Happy Little Island By Lars Sund Published by Vagabond Voices In the beginning the computer screen was without form, and void; and the fingers of the scribe rested upon the keyboard. The scribe chewed his lower lip, his glance flitting like a fly between the stuffed bookcases of his study, the rocking chair over by the window, the framed colour prints of birds on the walls. He went out to the kitchen and drank some water. Then he sat down at his computer again.
