The last parcel
Every Sunday, the same story: go to Uncle Marty’s cabin to pick up a small packet for dad before dinner. Why me? Tommy could do it. Or dad. Isn’t the
Those troubled old days
-Do you remember our first time playing like this in a public place, Dimitri? -Oh yeah! like it was yesterday, Sergei -Forty years, Dimitri, and here we are together with
The test
A new TV station was opening its headquarters in Matt’s city. He immediately filed his CV, hoping for an opportunity to get a job as a reporter. There were tons
Angela
She traveled every day through the most beautiful places on earth with her eyes avid of the new colors nature always offers fresh and different to her lovers. Often she
A stranger or a bear?
Sir, sir! would you help me?_ asked Tommy, almost crying. The stranger interrupted his brisk march and looked around to find a small boy looking at him from the other
Tim’s mystery
-Where is mommy? -asked Tim for the twentieth time to the lady who had waked him up that morning. -Your dad will come soon and will tell you, said her
The meadows of Urus
The road ended at the fence of the front garden of the old house my father had found to spend our summer holidays. It was the best he could afford
Martha’s Smile
Martha smiled broadly, showing her gleaming white teeth when I told her Matty has just died in a car crash. She showed no sadness, no emotion. We were all devastated.
Deep wounds
Will they come? It’s late, and I’m waiting here alone. Maybe my wife is right. I’m a fool trying to forget the wounds of our recent history. We had survived