Mara Masolini

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“THE GIFT IS INSIDE THE PACKAGE” by Mara Masolini

THE GIFT IS INSIDE THE PACKAGE It was December 30th, a Friday. The next day would be the last day of the year. And it would also have been his birthday. Alex was born on December 31th , fifty years earlier. He would have celebrated his 50th birthday during the New year’s Eve dinner, in the company of his friends, his sons and his daughter, and his two ex wives too.

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“THE LITTLE RED HEART” by Mara Masolini

THE LITTLE RED HEART It was  nothing more than a trinket, ( it was ) really a trifle.  She had found it not even in the Easter egg, but , as a gift, into a bag of biscuits. It was a small red heart, attached with a short chain to a safety pin. The little red heart wasn’t at all made of precious material, it wasn’t even made of coral.  It looked to be made rather of plastic, of hard plastic. ...

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“THREE CHIMNEYS ON THE BEACH” by Mara Masolini

.THREE CHIMNEYS ON THE BEACH From the glass facade the sea seemed to enter the house, which, despite its transparent façade, had almost the appearance of a beach cottage, a red brick cottage with a sloping red roof, on which three chimneys stood ( out), and on each chimney, a cockerel windbreaker ( a cockerel wind vane). On the ground floor of the beach cottage ( house), which would be mor...

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“THE NIGHT THAT” by Mara Masolini

 THE NIGHT THAT She was going up and down the track, waiting for the train, when she heard what  more than a sound sounded rather  as  a cannon shot . A cannon shot being fired in a very high place, which was ( seemed to be) very above….of her head, aven far above the tracks, the trains, the station.  As soon as she heard that rumble, loud but dull ( deaf), it was instinctive for Angie  to...

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“PAPER WINGS” by Mara Masolini

 PAPER WINGS Tommy  stood softly, comfortably curled up on the high red armchair, where he had taken an afternoon nap…And as if he was enjoying it, sunk in that delicious softness, something that made his moustache tremble for emotion and contentment. There was no one at home, neither the dark faced woman nor her terrible little girl, nor that very big man , who came every now and then to ...

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“THE TINY SILVER BELL” by Mara Masolini

THE TINY SILVER BELL The leaf was settled, stretched out, with the tips of its lobes upright, on the bench , right next to her, who only noticed it when she get up. It was a five lobed maple leaf , whose predominant color was reddish, which had almost completely eliminated the green. It was autumn and under the trees, in the meadows, in the gardens, but also on the roads and the city stre...

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“DANCING WITH THE KILLER” by Mara Masolini

 DANCING WITH THE KILLER   She had been undecided until the last moment, we can say. Only on the last day that the great event would take place in the night, she had made up her mind to go to the great party in the wonderful, magnificent Renaissance villa to which she had been invited by Judith, who was a friend of the hosts who gave the great party. Judith had told her that all the guests...

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“GOING DOWN THE BLACK STEPS” by Mara Masolini

GOING  DOWN THE  BLACK STEPS It was midnight . The last toll of the high bell tower arrived , even if as clouded by the fog(drowned in the fog) when Thaddeus announced to his guests that everything had been set up perfectly for the ritual to which all of them, as his precious friends,  would have the very special honor of participating. Thaddeus wore a wide black cloak, long up to his fee...

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“BEYOND THE CLOSED DOOR” by Mara Masolini

BEYOND THE CLOSED DOOR “  Oh, what a small door! What’s in there? The dollhouse, perhaps? Oh, but you’re a boy, sorry, excuse me!” Lucy had run ahead of him down the stairs and now she was standing in front of the narrow door, no more high than three feet, which was next to the cellar door. Her hand on the handle, Lucy was trying to open the little door. “ But it’s closed! It takes the key...

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“THE MASS GRAVE IN CHINATOWN” by Mara Masolini

 THE MASS GRAVE IN CHINA TOWN It was when in the evening they turned on the lights of their houses that the inhabitants of Candia realized that there had to be something wrong. In fact the lights did not turn on, they were completely in the dark. Indeed they could have noticed it even when, almost before the lights in the houses,  the streets lamps , which were supposed to light up, had not...

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“THEN THE PHONE LINE WENT OUT” by Mara Masolini

THEN THE PHONE LINE WENT OUT “Okay , then we can count that you will be here for dinner time” Alexia said. “ Yes, I really think so” Daisy confirmed. “Ah, listen, do you want us to pick you up at the station when you arrive?” Alexia asked, but there was no answer . Alexia now could only hear a light rustling from her phone, whose line had gone out. It was a mobile phone, so she thought it ...

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“THE DISAPPEARED GIRL” by Mara Masolini

THE DISAPPEARED GIRL Alice B., a twenty years old girl, who studied foreign  languages and literatures at the university, had disappeared from Turin, the city to which she had moved for about a year  to study at the university. It had been a month since she disappeared. Her parents, who lived in Catanzaro, her brothers who had moved to Germany for work, and also her university friends had ...

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“THE HIGHEST DOOR” by Mara Masolini

 THE HIGHEST DOOR  Jenny was dreaming. She could see herself while she was walking down a country road. Just when she was about to start running, since it was beginning to rain, she fell, but rather she slid to the ground, lying flat down on the road. Then soon after she started to move very fast , crawling stretched out, with her body in contact with the earth. It was quite pleasant to mo...

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“IN THE STRANGER'S DREAM” by Mara Masolini

IN THE STRANGER’S DREAM Laura was walking barefoot down a long corridor. The corridor, rather narrow, seemed even without end , that is, she was not able to see the end of the corridor. The walls were bare, yet every now and then, as Laura kept on walking, something fell off the walls, sliding to the ground. Laura could just catch a glimpse, out of  the corner of her eye, of  that somethi...

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“THE UMBRELLA MAN” by Mara Masolini

THE UMBRELLA MAN When he had arrived in their city, almost twenty years ago____and he had been an illegal immigrant for a long time, without a residence permit_____Vassilli had sold umbrellas in the streets, stationing ( stationed) at traffic lights, at bus stops, but also at the exit of cinemas, theaters, schools, since it always happened that more than some people were outside without a...

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