Excerpts from
Bang
By Dorrit Willumsen
She stands at the top of the stairs, dressed in white and with her nearly-black hair gathered in a soft knot. The room behind her is white. The door is open, so all her green plants are on view. The whole house is white, including the staircase.
She laughs with her face to the sun, while the children slide down the banisters.
They are far too wild and unruly, those children.
"One of these days, someone´s going to break their neck," she says. Her voice is still sunny and gentle.
"If you break your neck, does it make you fly around like a dead hen?" asks Herman.
Translated by Gaye Kynoch
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