Sit down… Let’s get you ready! It was that time of day, their almost daily rendez-vous. They spent most of their time together, of course, but these were moments they spent all alone. Far from the crowd, and the cameras, and the questions. Alone, together. He lit up the vanity, and looked at her…… Continue reading Show time…
“Hit me again, man!” The old neon lights flickered annoyingly, giving a cheap stroboscopic feeling to every move the barman made, behind the counter. Bolt pushed his empty glass on the bar. “If I keep the refills coming, you’ll get totally hammered. You know that, right?” Bolt’s stare back was probably intended as a…… Continue reading Little Fears Present – Bolts Bad Day
Previously posted August 19th of 2018. Sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to be going over his day writings, he glanced her way. Humming an old lullaby to herself, she was cleaning their dishes, like she always did. She didn’t seem unhappy, but how could he be sure? Sometimes at night, when the…… Continue reading Evening doubts…
Previously posted on August 18th of 2018. She loved these long walks they took, when the weather allowed it. . He had his modest house built in the middle of the woods, ages ago. She never got tired of the scenery, either they headed to the lake shore, up the hill to have a view…… Continue reading The walk…
Previously posted on July 30th of 2018. Everything was set. The new day could begin. She had opened the shutters, lit the wood oven and put water to boil on the stove. Everyone of her moves was precise and weirdly graceful. A well prepared ballet she had practiced and perfected along the months.…… Continue reading A Muse Day…
It hurts… It hurts so good to go back there. This secret garden, where I used to meet with you. And you watered the roses that never bloomed when I did. But you had your way with them… You didn’t even have to try. You just walked where no one else had been allowed before,…… Continue reading Secret garden…
On days like today, Nature didn’t seem to bother with simple physics’ laws. The snow floated in mid-air, weightless, like sparkling diamonds waiting to be picked. The birds sang spring songs in the backstreet, probably to shake the lingering cold off their feathers. I walked pointlessly. Just a blurry silhouette in a Monet winter scene.…… Continue reading The snowflake…
Do you still miss him? Quite an innocent question, but Jordan knew it was taboo to talk about him. She also knew she had, as my very best friend, the exclusive right to cross that line. The sun shone bright, and the spring wind was blowing softly on our faces. I took a minute to listen…… Continue reading Reunion…
Previously published on February 16th of 2018. The wind was blowing strongly in the backstreet, whistling through the old windows’ cracks… But her flat was an oasis in the winter’s cold, and she knew it. Hundreds of times, she had imagined walking up the stairs, followed by his footsteps, wondering what would happen if…… Continue reading Trouble…
Previously posted on July 22nd of 2018. Let me hum your name like a lovely mantra. With you love is a game and you play like a gangsta’. You play me like a violin, you play me like a cello. I vibrate to the touch of your skilled fingers, and though you always leave…… Continue reading The player…
Cyranny's Cove 