Silja Henningsdottir - Fri, 04/14/2017 - 5:22am
Silja closed the kitchen door and watched the scrawny kid for a few minutes. The kid hunkered down in the yard and finished off the humongous sandwich unaware that she was being watched. Finally, comestibles consumed, Finny unlatched the gate and disappeared from view. Silja closed the blind and turned away, glancing at the clock. Anneka’s bedtime.
Silja Henningsdottir - Tue, 04/05/2016 - 11:15am
Silja stood behind the board, slowly and methodcally ironing the pile of laundry. She hummed a little tune to herself as she steamed and pressed the tiny blouses and colourful dresses. The pile on the left diminishing. The finished pile on the right smelled wonderful, warm and clean.
Silja paused for a while. The aroma of fresh laundry triggered a little pleasant daydream.
Silja Henningsdottir - Sun, 05/31/2015 - 3:17am
Silja hummed happily to herself, she applied some makeup to her face and did 'something' to her hair. What you can do to titivate dreadlocks is a perverse science and best left to... well, people like Silja.
But, it was saturday and the first saturday in a long time that Joe and Kirsten had allowed Silja time of from nannying thier daughter Anneka.
"So, off down to Hope then ! " Silja clambered into her car and roared off down the street. First stop, The vaults, pick up a little spending money. It was there she noticed her 'besterestest friend' Tuki.
Silja Henningsdottir - Sat, 04/12/2014 - 10:16am
Three hours earlier...
Silja Henningsdottir - Thu, 04/10/2014 - 9:03am
Dr. Malansky opened his eyes. His mouth felt like a cat litter tray, somewhere behind his eyes he felt a dark throbbing dull pain.
“Bloody hell...” he groaned as he saw the best part empty whiskey bottle on the small table beside his bed.
Silja Henningsdottir - Mon, 03/31/2014 - 11:32am
“What do you suggest we do now the Mortensson woman is dead?”
Dr. Malansky shrugged in answer to the question from an agitated Dr. Phillips, her eyes showing the fury of the frustration she had about yet another failure in her research.
Silja Henningsdottir - Wed, 03/26/2014 - 7:39pm
Silja Henningsdottir pulled the thin blankets over her head and cuddled tightly into Teddy. She felt the cold. She thought about that night a year ago when the thick drizzle swept in from the North Atlantic. Her bed then was soft and comfy; she had a mound of quilted blankets. But her mind dwelled on the fight Momma and Poppa had, remembered how Poppa had slammed the door behind him as he left. Silja sniffed.
Silja Henningsdottir - Tue, 03/25/2014 - 5:45pm
Engifer Johannsson sat outside the Kitchen Block of the Life-Net facility and rolled himself a well earned cigarette. He had taken the liberty of checking that none of the “assistants” were about first, last thing he needed was an inquest on how he had procured tobacco. Some of the Skeinir knew about his “unauthorised” supply lines but turned a blind eye, after all, cheap smokes were hard to come by.
Silja Henningsdottir - Mon, 03/24/2014 - 2:17pm
Six months later....
“We have our deadlines, Doctor Malansky.”
Dr. Helen Phillips peered over the top of her clipboard at her colleague.
Silja Henningsdottir - Mon, 03/24/2014 - 9:11am
(( So sorry it has take so long to bring you this chapter of Silja's story, you may have to revisit the previous six to bring yourselves back up to speed.. anyway,, enjoy part 7
Silja Henningsdottir - Thu, 11/14/2013 - 12:15pm
Disbelief can take a long time to register in the mind. Niether Frú Mortensson nor Frú Jeppesson said anything in the long long pause which followed the opening of the second set of doors.
Silja Henningsdottir - Sun, 11/10/2013 - 12:03pm
And so it went as arranged, the big 6x4 arrived and collected Silja and her Momma from the farm. Silja quivered with excitement as Pfc Buchannan hoisted her into the rear of the truck to join her Momma. The big brown packing case took up the middle of the floor alongside that of Frú Jeppesson.
Silja Henningsdottir - Sun, 11/10/2013 - 5:35am
Silja Henningsdottir - Sat, 11/09/2013 - 9:59am
“Mrs Buh-jorck Mortunsun?” Enquired the soldier who approached Silja’s Momma. Silja’s Momma remained tight lipped. She regarded the man with distrust.
Silja Henningsdottir - Fri, 11/08/2013 - 10:48am
Silja heard Momma sigh. It was along sad sigh. Silja knew Momma was watching her.
Silja was sitting in the little red painted rocking chair Poppa made for her fifth birthday. It was her favourite, Silja’s own. Too small for adult bums, perfect for Silja. And it had been her personal perch, in front of the fire, only for for Silja and Teddy, no-one else.
Silja Henningsdottir - Thu, 11/07/2013 - 2:39pm
Let’s start this with a line from a blog entry by Henning Mortensson posted a while ago.
Silja Henningsdottir - Wed, 10/02/2013 - 2:25am
(( When Silja got back from her last courier mission, Joe was not in his 'offoce. so she passed this note to Rodney along with the keys to the car Joe had lent her for the job. Rodney of course put the note somewhere 'safe' and promptly forgot about it...)