Kevin Snell

The alarm went off in the dark and Cian stopped it before it made a second sound. Evan woke to the movement rather than the noise. The mattress lifted behind him, the heat went out from along his back, and the hand that had stayed over his heart half the night slid away. For a few seconds he lay still with the place where it had been cooling under the duvet and the rest of the room no more than shapes—the clothes rack, the chair, the square of the window with no morning in it yet. Then

They left the refuge on the morning of day nineteen and walked into cloud. The trail climbed from the valley through a band of larch forest and then above the treeline and into a grey that wasn’t fog and wasn’t rain—a dampness that settled on their clothes and their skin and reduced the world to thirty metres in every direction. The mountains were gone. The trail was a suggestion, trail markers appearing out of the grey at intervals that seemed random until Oliver understood that each marker was

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He left the office while there was still light in the day, though not much of it, and none that would last. He’d cleared the early finish a week ago, in an email he’d made too casual and then sent before he could soften it any further. He’d had the flexibility for three years and never once used it. So he shut the laptop at half three, left three unread messages that could keep until morning, and took the bag off the hook by the door. It had sat there packed since the night before. He went

I had a lot of time reading in airports and hotels over the last few days, so... my first time guessing!: The Ledger of the Howling Void: @chris191070 The Ledger: @Bill W Wrong Window: @Myr Subtle Signs: @BendtedWreath Coffee with Supervision: @astone2292 Sweet Sour Paradox Logic: @Lee Wilson Just the Facts, Man: @drsawzall Murder At 9th and Tom: @Mikiesboy No Official Reason: @leshwar Undeliverable: @Kileoli Gemma: @Thirdly Peeping Tom: @kbois The Ivory Fig Ceremony: @CassieQ Emptying the Library: @Gary L Unexpected Discovery: @Topher Lydon

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They met at the café at seven. Julien was already there, standing outside with his pack on and a coffee in his hand, looking at the mountains he had looked at every morning for years and hadn’t stopped finding them worth looking at. He handed Oliver a second coffee. Oliver hadn’t asked for it. The coffee was black and burned his lip on the first sip. He drank it standing next to a man he’d met yesterday. The morning was cool. Above the town the early light had reached the peaks but not the stree

He took a rest day on day fifteen. The town was larger than the villages he had passed through. The main street held two cafés, a boulangerie, and a pharmacy whose green cross blinked on and off. In front of the church there was a square where old men sat on benches in the morning sun. He had checked into a hotel the evening before and slept in a proper bed with sheets that smelled of detergent and a pillow that was too soft after two weeks of refuge bunks. He woke late. Nine-thirty. He couldn’t

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He woke in the dark under a weight. The arm lay across his waist with the whole mass of the man behind it, and it didn’t adjust when Evan moved and it didn’t check on him. He lay inside the weight of it, and the weight went on being only weight, and behind it a chest rose and fell against his back on its own slow schedule, asleep, unbothered, going nowhere. The ceiling was wrong. The radiator ticking somewhere in the wall was wrong, and the light around the curtain was the orange of a

The Queyras was different. Oliver felt it on the morning of day ten, when the trail climbed out of the valley where he had slept and crossed into terrain that didn’t welcome him. The Mercantour had been generous—green valleys, reliable water, the softening presence of trees. The Queyras offered none of this. The vegetation was sparse. The rock was exposed. The sky above the ridgelines was so large that it made the land beneath it look provisional, as though the mountains were a temporary arrange

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The days began to lose their edges. In London, days had bled into each other through the anaesthetic of routine. Here it was the opposite—each day was so full of physical information that Oliver couldn’t always remember which vista belonged to which afternoon, which descent had ended at which valley, whether the river gorge with the waterfall had been yesterday or the day before. He walked eighteen kilometres on day seven, twenty on day eight, nineteen on day nine. He knew the numbers becau

The bag had been under the bed for three months. It came out with a grey seam of dust along one side, and Evan stood in the cold of the flat and hit it twice with the flat of his hand. The dust went up into the light and came down again on everything. A boarding pass sat in the side pocket. Dublin to Chicago, never used, a flight Nolan had booked for the two of them the summer before last and then hadn’t wanted to take. Evan took it out and held it, and then he put it on the bed, and then h

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