I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Fly eagle… (July 5th FFF)
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Midnight drink… (June 28th FFF)
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading After Eight Moments… (June 21st FFF)
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate……… Continue reading Yours now… (June 14th FFF)
Previously posted on September 4th of 2018. Most of his words had, and never would leave his home in the woods. She still tried to understand why he didn’t have greater ambition for his tales. He probably didn’t doubt all the books he had stacked on the many shelves of the house could…… Continue reading Visit to the village…
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…
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 