A Labour of Moles
designed by Ornan Rotem
Centre for Writers & Translators,
American University of Paris /
Sylph Editions, 2011
Before I set out, the Murderer directed me to a wooden box and instructed me to open it. Inside was a neat coil of string.
‘I’ll hold this end,’ he said, ‘and you take that one with you. When you reach the end of your tether, as it were, you’ll know you’ve gone a mile.’
‘Just tug on it like this’ – he jerked out a quick SOS – ‘and I’ll reel it in and put it back in its box.’
‘I don’t suppose there’s a league lying around here somewhere?’ I asked. ‘A league would fill me with the spirit of adventure.’
He did not bother to answer.