Extract from forthcoming 'The Place'

The grotesque man said nothing else, but kept walking with Klein in his grip. The man walked with such a limp, and a contorted gait, that Klein could hardly keep his balance, as they both weaved from side to side as a result of the swaying movements of the grotesque man’s stumbling and hobbling walking style. It was as if Klein was forced to wobble along in the same manner as the man; but all the time one thing remained constant, and that was the grotesque man’s firm, pincer-like hold on Klein’s arm. For a few moments the walk seemed aimless, completely empty, until almost out of nowhere, a hut, slightly bigger than the previous one, came into sight.

‘We are here,’ the Grotesque man grunted, at the same time as he released his grip on Klein’s arm. 'You can go in on your own; I am not allowed in this hut; I must go away now.' Klein watched as the man ran off, as if he was frightened of something about this second hut.