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Alessandro Turco

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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The Whispering Oak

It was just a dream. That child’s dream.He had arrived crying silently and sat on the layer of moss covering the dry stone wall, next to the big oak tree. They both had held their breath, pierced by that desperate and lonely cry. Even the little stream had stopped in order to watch and with them, the entire surrounding forest had.The kid was wearing only a somewhat worn-out t-shirt and a pair of shorts that must have been red in better times. The shoes at his feet were muddy, and his legs were full of scratches, like for someone who had wand...

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The Whispering Oak

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It was just a dream. That child’s dream. He had arrived crying silently and sat on the layer of moss covering the dry stone wall, next to the big oak tree. They both had held their breath, pierced by that desperate and lonely cry. Even the little stream had stopped in order to watch and with them, the entire surrounding forest had. The kid was wearing only a somewhat worn-out t-shirt and a pair of shorts that must have been red in better times. The shoes at his feet were muddy, and his legs were full of scratches, like for someone who had w...

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