Mara Masolini

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“THE SPELL” by Mara Masolini

THE SPELL Martha was a childless middle-aged widow who lived in the only company of a lot of cats in an isolated house on the hill. She didn’t have many friends, only two women of her age, Anne and Samantha. Little was known about her. No one had ever known her husband because when she arrived in the village she was already a widow. Her husband was said to have been a Protestant ...

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“IN THE LIGHT OF DAY” by Mara Masolini

IN THE LIGHT OF DAY Night. Brian walked briskly across the street. His hands were in his coat pockets and his head was down. When he reached the other side of the street he glimpsed in the light of the street lamp a tall guy wrapped in a black cloak, with a hood, also black, on his head. To Brian, that guy was a complete stranger, although he had just seen him fleetingly in his fa...

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“THE TASTE OF THE EARTH” by Mara Masolini

 THE TASTE OF THE EARTH “ This morning that monster spat in the teacher’s face,” Lisa said, grimacing. “ And he also beat Malcolm until his nose bled” Samuel added, looking disgusted and at the same time frightened. The “monster” Lisa and Samuel were talking about was George, a six-year-old little boy who was absolutely reluctant to be discip...

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“A BREATH OF FREEDOM” by Mara Masolini

 A BREATH OF FREEDOM  Wake up at seven o’clock.  A quarter of an hour to take a shower and clean yourself: brush your teeth, and take your prescribed medicines. Then ten minutes for the breakfast of cornflakes, milk, and orange juice. Afterward, George had to take the lift, since it was forbidden to walk down the stairs, go down the garage, and get into his car to reach his workpl...

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“THE WARNING” by Mara Masolini

THE WARNING I’m walking on the sidewalk, and the florist’s shop is beyond me when I suddenly see that face among the passers-by coming in the opposite direction to me. A face with pronounced cheekbones, a long nose, and a small mouth. And blue eyes. It is little to say that it is a face familiar to me. That face is mine. It had also a mole between its nose and mouth, like me. But look what...

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“THE ASSISTANT” by Mara Masolini

THE ASSISTANT “ Peter, please, I recommend you, the file on George’s crime must be ready by tonight. You should have already found time to fill it out. If you haven’t done it, get busy. Look, you have to go and see Mr. Gilles and try to calm him down, reassure him. He phoned me all agitated” “All right Paul,” I say, getting ready to go out. “ One mo...

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“RUNNING FAR AWAY” by Mara Masolini

RUNNING FAR AWAY Myra wanted to get away as far as possible. Away from her home, away from her city, away from her country. Myra’s mother was over ninety and it broke her heart to leave her. But she had to go. Life in her city, in her country, had become impossible. Myra had acquaintances in Australia and she had decided to join them, she would go to Australia.

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“THE MOST ORIGINAL GIFT” by Mara Masolini

THE MOST ORIGINAL GIFT “ What can I give her?” Peter was wondering for days. His friend Lisa was about to turn eighteen, she would give a big party for her birthday, to which all her friends were invited. She had announced that she wouldn’t accept any gift if it was not exceptionally ORIGINAL. She didn’t want the usual presents that people get for their birthdays.

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“THE NECKLACE THAT COMES FROM THE PAST” by Mara Masolini

THE NECKLACE THAT COMES FROM THE PAST Pamela didn’t believe her eyes. Rummaging in the old trunk in the attic looking for buttons she found that old necklace in her hands, which she believed had been lost for some time. It wasn’t a precious necklace. It was made of metal, perhaps an alloy of iron and zinc. But it was ancient, probably dating back to the early 1900s or even the 180...

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“FLOWERS ARE DANCING” by Mara Masolini

 FLOWERS ARE DANCING “ Roses? Red roses?  They are beautiful but…too obvious….white roses then? Or yellow roses?” Paul wondered,  he couldn’t decide. His grandmother Ida was turning eighty and he wanted to bring her a floral tribute but he was undecided about which flowers to choose. ROSES…it’s obvious to think of roses when thinking of a floral tribute to celebrate ( to pay homag...

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“THE SOUL OF THINGS” by Mara Masolini

THE SOUL OF THINGS/ THE SOUL IN THINGS “ NOW speak,” Anthony said. The invitation was addressed to Geronimo, an elderly Indian who lived in a hermitage on the mountain for decades. Anthony had met him by chance while afflicted by the loss of his son, he was wandering through the woods in search of peace, but indeed in the absurd hope of finding his son again. Even when he had glim...

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“Blood on the snow” by Mara Masolini

BLOOD ON THE SNOW It was so terribly cold, snow was falling and it was already dark. Teddy walked on the snow-covered sidewalk and dug his feet into the snow, every now and then he slipped to the ground.  He fled the house miraculously escaping the fury of his father who had stabbed his mother and slit the throat of his little sister, born a few days ago. After raging at his m...

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“THE ESCAPE” by Mara Masolini

THE ESCAPE  “…and then  the barefoot princess agreed to wear the silk slippers that the shoemaker had made to measure for her”  “ But did the princess marry the shoemaker?” “ Sure, they got married and lived happily ever after” “ Where did they go to live? Don’t tell me that the princess accepted to live in the little shoemaker’s house…” “ But no, they lived in the princess’s castle” <...

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“THAT FACE” by Mara Masolini

THAT FACE Paul was an accomplished architect. He had designed much-admired, much praised buildings as museums and churches not only in his country. He also had a beautiful family with his wife Milena and their children Peter and Simona. And he did not lack a circle of interesting and inspiring friendships and acquaintances. At thirty-eight he could say to be a fulfilled even happy...

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“FOLLOWING THE CAT” by Mara Masolini

FOLLOWING THE CAT He stood on the sidewalk at the corner of the street. The matted reddish hair, the great green eyes, the head too big for the body. The stray cat had greeted him with an angry meow. “Poor kitty, you’re hungry” Peter had said, giving him a bite of the cheese and onion sandwich he was eating. That morning he had gotten up late and so...

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