He held her close, closer than he should have. He needed to feel her skin and how it feels against his own. Just being this close to her sent shivers down his spine. Unable to say anything, with words stuck in his throat, he felt like he was suffocating. Whatever he’d say would hurt her more, and he wasn’t sure he could bare that. Sometime soon, she broke the silence: – I want you to be happy, whether it’s with your wife, with me, someone else entirely or even by yourself. I just want you to be happy. He pulled…
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Sometimes in life, we don’t go searching for things; they find us instead. I first noticed the green sweater in a shop selling porcelain masquerade masks in Venice. This was many many summers ago when I still had all of my teeth and my hair hadn’t yet faded to grey. My friends and I were on a trip across Europe. One day we found ourselves in a quiet alley beside Piazza San Marco. Hundreds of laughing ceramic faces stared at me from a shop window. I felt uneasy and looked around for something more soothing, then found it in the…
Comments closedIt’s been three months since that dreadful night and this is the first time I’m telling the full story to anyone. You might think I’m crazy or simply a bad person. Either way – your opinion is entirely up to you. * * * Having assessed the situation, I figured it would be a while before I get a chance to talk to Joanne. My remaining option was to make a lap on my own. Most of the paintings looked the same to me; line over line, curves, some neon colors. Until one completely caught my attention. It was a…
Comments closedThe air is hot and humid. Its weight is pressuring on her skin, making it almost too hard to breathe. She should get going or she’ll be late. Slowly, she drags herself to the car. The radio is playing Slave to Love. The streets are almost deserted, as life abandons city during summertime. She arrives at the park sooner than usual. She leaves the car in the nearby parking spot. As she is entering the park, she greets the ice-cream seller. Standing there in his truck, he’s been guarding the park entrance for years. “The usual?”, he asks. He hands her…
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