Very short stories

  Five stitches on the right wrist, six on the left, Sam White had been marching non-stop for hours from wall to wall of his cell. Damn surgeon! How could he? The cuts he had inflicted on himself were perfect:...

Alberto is working in Milan now. Ever since he had started living with Carla, and needed some money to get along, for a long time Alberto had worked as a salesman in a shop in the centre of Brescia, next...

This year I want to make a Christmas crib. I haven’t made one since I was a child. I remember the joy of Christmas preparations, my mother opening the chest, pulling out a cardboard box where the shepherds were...

Cri is a butterfly, whirling happily, forgetting everything. Cri is a little long-legged swan, who dances, dances, dances until she is exhausted and whose  incredible strength in such a small slender body managed to break the spell that tried...

  The place is far from the village just enough to prevent children from going there alone to play. Adults prefer not to pass by: to get to the other side of the valley they use the bridge crossing the river...

  Even today it’s a widespread belief that a woman’s complete happiness lays in the pleasures of a Home and a Family. But for you, Elsa, it has never been like that. You have never dreamt about the white bridal gown,...

The Central was the historical bar in town, situated like a breach in the walls that surrounded the square along with an agonizing greengrocer’s store and a takeaway pizza restaurant. Gianluigi Cazzoletti, also called Cazzialtrui , had inherited the...

Some of my new neighbors are listening to Talking Heads. Who the hell is pumping up David Byrne & co. at ten in the morning? And then, this riff of Take me to the river is so fucking hot. I...

for Neeli Cherkovski Lawrence never let me treat him like a famous man I sat down to interview him a green 27-year-old Midwestern kid He said, “You need a better microphone than that” I said, “I don’t know where to get one” He said, “C’mon,...

Rocco did not have any particular reason to hate old women.Yet, he hated them in a ferocious way.Only seeing one of them plodding along the road with her shopping bag, or waiting for the bus with glasses...