Rivista letteraria
Short story di Maria Teresa Renzi-Sepe Al bancone del bar della piazza centrale, l’ingegner Marco Marini ordinò un macchiato freddo al vetro e un cornetto integrale. Il caffè macchiato freddo al vetro era la sua combinazione preferita: il vetro esaltava il gusto del caffè, mentre il latte freddo lo intiepidiva e lo rendeva facilmente bevibile,…
A short story Once, we were left alone. It was not dark yet – just that dim light, that was still fighting against the night. You know what moment I’m referring to. The moment in which ghosts usually arrive.
Una short story di Paolo Carnevali The road offers sad profiles looking out to sea. Thoughts run after each other. A thread of earth and then the blue, dotted with white foam. This morning the sea is big and full, it seems to assault the road, beautiful in its sway and pierced by heavy rain….
A short story by Annalisa Mastronardi My phone lit up. Here. Where are u? She was early, as always. I closed my book and left the bench. The sun beat down that afternoon. The trees projected their tapered shadows on the scorching pavement.
A short story by Annalisa Mastronardi Francis, my husband, is a creature of habit. Every morning, he wakes up early and makes breakfast for everybody. Since retiring from having worked as an architect for forty years, he has helped me out with the housework: he makes our bed, clears the table, does the washing up….
A short story by Annalisa Mastronardi “Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins….
A short story by Annalisa Mastronardi In the semi-darkness of your room hundreds of tiny dust grains danced in the straights traced by the sunlight. You slowly opened your eyes and, still half-asleep, sat up in bed. Adrenaline suddenly invaded and rushed through your body from head to toe. It was August 30th, the day…
The space that I inhabit, riflessione sul tempo e gli spazi che occupiamo Well, at least we had time to think. At least, we had time to reconsider ourselves. It seemed that the time had stopped for the entire world, leaving people suspended: some of them eternally suspended in another world, in other conditions; others…
Short story d’amore e resistenza, in un mondo che crolla Cadevano le bombe dal cielo l’ultima volta che abbiamo fatto l’amore. Fu l’ultima volta che i nostri corpi trovarono piacere nelle mani, nella pelle, nei baci. Cadevano spesso le bombe nell’ultimo periodo e non ce ne curavamo, cullate dal nostro amore e dai nostri sogni….
Le emozioni, una brevissima short story di Paolo Carnevali Cercavo un luogo neutrale dove poter voltare le spalle al mondo. Questo desideravo: interrompere i contatti con periodi di attesa. Cancellare ogni traccia.Nella vita siamo responsabili delle proprie scelte e sentivo l’insofferenza perseguitare, svuotare i progetti rendendomi triste. Un cavallo vecchio che corre come può, non…