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Weekly Contest #345
The geometry of life, it seems, measures exactly 60x40x25 centimeters.Elia stood in front of the open suitcase, a hardshell vacuum of possibilities, and realized that memory has a terrible sense of volume. Physics is a cruel curator. You cannot pack the scent of a rain-soaked garden, the sway of an abandoned swing, or the way the light hits the kitchen table at four in the afternoon; and so, you try to pack their physical proxies instead.The First Layer: The EssentialsThe bottom was easy. Heavy, utilitarian, and devoid of sentiment. Three pa...
Weekly Contest #277
To Kristel, Fernanda, and Antonella, taken too soon, and of course, to my grandmother. It was cold that November morning in Bari. The relentless north wind had swept away the clouds of the previous days and made the sky clear. I had parked the car in the underground parking lot and was briskly walking towards the entrance of the Policlinico, wrapping myself in my yellow coat. It's never pleasant to go to the hospital, especially when a loved one is admitted.I had come directly from the airport after a twelve-hour journey and with eight time ...
Weekly Contest #244
On this hot, salty and boring night, with the lapping of the waves in the background, a light breeze and an echo of motorbikes like a distant hum, the indecent and uselessly romantic moonlight is absurdly guilty of finding me alone, sitting on the floor on the cold tiles of the terrace of the one that was once my parents' house.With my eyes burning and the cigarette doing the same between my fingers, regardless of the beauty that surrounds me, I browse without curiosity through the stories of acquaintances on Instagram and a familiar image s...
Weekly Contest #220
As I stepped out of the car at port, a mix of nostalgia and sadness washed over me. I had promised my dear husband, that I would have gone back on board our first cruise ship after he passed away. So, the day in which Mark died I simply promised him that I should have gone on board the cruise ship, which voyage we already reserved since a while. He hardly wanted to sail for that cruise as it was the trip to celebrate his 60th birthday despite his terrible lung cancer which in one year only took him away from a life full of love and satisfac...
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