“Steinn finds a promising spot up in the right hand corner of the sky; he inserts the knife very carefully into a bank of white clouds.” Story of the Week (December 27), by Ragna Sigurðardóttir. Translated from Icelandic by Sarah Bowen.
“…it certainly wasn’t the fault of the doll… Although, yes, the man had torn off her head, sliced off her breasts and ripped her skin to shreds before he shot himself with an old farm rifle.” Story of the Week (November 29), by Guðrún Eva Mínervudóttir. Translated from Icelandic by Sarah Bowen.