Half Frozen Babushka on an Ice Sheet to Finland


N and I walk along the Fontanka canal. It is so cold the air stinks of it.

“Those buildings over there are dead.” He motions across the canal to the blank face of an old dark-stoned building redolent of everything James Bond told me Russia would be: Soviet.

“Dead?” I ask, lighting a cigarette.

N nods.

“What happened to them?”

“The War.”

I take a moment to be jealous that he has something to call The War. Then another moment to remonstrate myself over the previous thought.

We stop at the top of a bridge. Thick sheets of ice float along beneath us toward nowhere.

“Do you call those sheets of ice?” he asks.

I shrug, “maybe, or no, maybe icebergs?” I think, “no, icebergs are bigger, I don’t know.”

The thin icebergs accentuate the yellow of the river, collecting dirt as they creep along.

“Do you think you could float to Finland on one of those?” N ponders.

I shrug. “Probably. It’d take a few hours. Ask her,” I say, motioning to a Babushka taking a nap on one of the ice sheets.

N hollers something in Russian. The Babushka rolls over and glares up at him from the mouth of her red bonnet, ice crusted under her eyes.

“What are you doing?” I ask, scared.

“Asking if she is going to Finland.”

“I was joking,” I whisper.

N shrugs and hollers some more. I watch the dead building, wondering what is inside.

The Babushka shrieks something back at him. It shakes the bridge. The ice beneath her cracks. She lays flat and holds it tight, floating on.

“Hm.” N says.


“She isn’t going to Finland, mystery not solved.”

Author: Flash-365

Author Benjamin Davis and artist Nikita Klimov created one story and one picture each day for one year. In May 2018 they published their first book, The King of FU

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  1. This is very good, Flash365. You’ve created an oppressive air that suits my mood this morning – one too many during the Boxing Day do, I should have learnt from the Christmas one a week or two ago… I’m sure, like the ice, it’ll break as the morning goes on but won’t contain the same cracking finish. I initially mis read the last line as ‘mystery solved’ which made me laugh and lifted the mood but it’s much better, darker, spy like as you’ve written it. Thanks 🙂


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