On a Faroe island of ninety people, the postmistress hands you your letters daily. Today she has a question.
Meet Turid Joensen, 38
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You push open the door of the little post office in Skeggjoy at eleven, as you have every day since November, and the bell above it rings into the warm smell of coffee and wet wool. Outside, the wind combs the grass flat on the cliffs, and the ferry sits tied at the quay, waiting out the weather.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




