Greta Bonati

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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“Strangers with a couple memories” by Greta Bonati

Submitted to Contest #174

As much a stranger as any one person on the subway. Still the memories radiate the familiarity of her eyes. Just like that I felt myself within the comfort of those eyes. Just like that my body forgets how to behave or rather if it should behave. It’s been years now. Even so, the rip in my memories remains unfulfilled.  She looks away as if all those years had never occurred.  She finds a seat by the window. Puts headphones in her ears and looks away.  I walk down the aisle and weakly whisper a ‘hey’ when I pass by her row. Sh...

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“How I Found Myself” by Greta Bonati

Submitted to Contest #146

There’s very few times in life when one actually chooses to stop and observe. Today, I chose to sit on a bench and simply watch time go by. It’s way harder than it seems. I feel like I should be doing something, or adding to this scenario, maybe some music? Sometimes only the presence of time is taken for granted, whereas it should be cherished. So I choose to sit still. And as I sit here I observe the people walking by, most of them running from the rain. Because that’s what you're expected to do, taught to do. Today I chose the rain suited...

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“The Forest in My Mind ” by Greta Bonati

Submitted to Contest #143

I feel so free. I  am  free.  All it took was the first painful step.  “I’m leaving you here, don’t follow me,” I cry, as my voice breaks. Sweat frames my face. Don’t ever come back.  I look at her once more with disgust. Naive and fragile, that’s what she is. Foolish and scared. But most of all, I look at her with embarrassment because she is me. And I, her. Her flaws I can see, rippling through her face. Inscribed in her eyes. Pouring through her lips, cascading down, performing an aura around her.  I look...

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“The Art of Words” by Greta Bonati

The melancholic violin grazes over the fields of wheat. The wind weaving through every ear. Her heart stings. As if it’s caving right into her spine. She’s filled with rage, and hatred. She knew her work wasn’t the best of the best, but she’d like it to deserve more than an ‘it’s okay’. She thought it was worth more than that, now she’s not so sure. She served her vulnerability on a platter, only for it to be thrown out, along with the rest of the words with no deeper meaning. She stares out into the horizon, the colossal mass of wheat ...

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Author bio

Author of novel 'Betrayal and Its Scars'. (https://www.amazon.com/Betrayal-Its-Scars-Greta-Bonati/dp/B09YTTQTW2/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1652837109&sr=1-1)