annalisa mastronardi

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...

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...

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...

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...