Along the Way

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Who doesn’t love Sunday mornings? Well, Zoe sure did. Nothing to do, she could wake up at any time she liked – even tough she always woke early, damn habits – and, best of all, she could enjoy the long and hearty breakfast she never had time to on weekdays. That’s where she was on that particular Sunday morning. Her bed was in the exact same state as when she rose at an unfriendly 7 AM, as was her hair, an unkempt mess, her beautiful curly twirls spawning in every direction in a shape she didn’t dare look at – she made a point of avoiding mirrors in mornings like that. She didn’t want to tame her mane unless she had to. And the only thing she had to do that morning was nothing. Continue reading

The Word

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“Man, this looks good!”, thought Ryan when he was finished. Sure, black wasn’t his colour, the hat heated his head like hell, and don’t even get started on the pantyhose, but the person in the mirror wasn’t him. It was his emo-gothic-whatever sister, down to dark crimson nail polish and the pale complexion enriched with dark lipstick and eye shades. When he started playing around with Emma’s closet, he expected a close resemblance, but achieved utter perfection. Continue reading

A Grain of Sand

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Much to the surprise of his family, who thought he would never take an interest in that kind of amusement, Little Tommy woke up early and went to the beach. And he got the toy shovel and bucket with him! It was the first time he spontaneously approached anything childlike. Digging holes in the sand, who would thought? Well, not just any holes, of course. Tommy spent the whole day working on an incredibly intricate design, perfectly round holes of different sizes, connected by straight grooves and organic ridges, all carefully spread through an area the size of a small house. Continue reading

Heaven on a Perfect Spring Day

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She could feel it. The warm gentle kiss, the salty smell, the texture of millions of minuscule grains between her toes, the calming paced music. She was there, with him, feeling the sun slowly toasting her skin to a perfect tan, the sensation of cleansing that only a good sweat could provide. A cascade of emotions and memory transported her, as if instead of simply holding a rectangular piece of paper she had been magically displaced to a time when everything seemed simpler. Continue reading

Hide-and-seek

I remember the first time I’ve gone to a circus. Only five or six, surrounded by all the sound and color and music of that magic land that achieved the magnificent impossibility that is being more surreal than the imagination of a little boy. I wasn’t up to it at first. It was probably a Sunday, and I wanted to stay home and have ice cream. We had already been at a park the day before and to a party that same week, all that social activity was interfering with my strict cartoon habits. My parents spent a good hour convincing me. They tried everything, explaining in detail how there would be trapeze artists, a bunch of clowns, magicians, an elephant doing tricks like a dog. They resorted to comparing everything with the colorfulness and noisiness of the cartoons I was starting to get up to date with. Nothing worked. Not even promising the most delicious ice cream I would ever have. Continue reading

The Protector

My backpack weighed about twenty kilos, the sun was in its highest, I had forgotten to reapply the sunscreen and my sunglasses were slipping down my nose due to the sweat. All the makings of a stupid decision, and I knew it. I knew it before I started climbing the hill to the fake encouragement of my fellow hikers and campers. I knew I shouldn’t have fell into the dare, that I should have just ignored it. But they knew I couldn’t resist a dare, the bastards I grant the privilege of calling friends. So there I was, going up the rocky incline fully packed, because they doubted I could get up top and see if the view was as awesome as I said it would. Idiots. All of them, the whole group. Including me. Continue reading

Emily

Then someone left a baby at my doorstep. Just like that, like it was the eighteen hundreds. I woke up, ready to leave to work, holding my coffee in one hand and my keys in the other, and when I open the door, there it is. She. It’s was a baby girl. All cuddled up inside a little basket, wrapped in a light green blanket, sound asleep. No note, no sign of anyone around, a baby left at some stranger’s door in the middle of the night. Continue reading