The burglar

We woke this morning to a white Zagreb. No, not snow, not yet. Just a foggy gauze which has surrounded the whole city, enveloping it.

I imagine it must have crept down the mountain during the night, sneaking down streets and alleyways to enclose us completely. Our silent burglar, robbing us of the sky and visibility. Robbing us of everything more than three metres away.

A highly effective thief.

He steals the world from us.

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Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, podcasts, feature articles, ghostwritten books, drunk text messages and a novella. She is also an actor, voice artist, tour host and creative writing tutor.

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