Mara Masolini

“THE PORTRAIT” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #173

THE PORTRAIT “ Oh, how wonderful! It’s really a masterpiece! Really brilliant! I could say I came here for this sculpture ( work)” Maggie said. She seemed truly enthusiastic about Joe K.’s self-portrait, which was exposed inside a glass case and frozen. In fact, the marvelous work of the genius could only exist as long as it remained frozen. “Ah, and then how wonderful is this museum, which allows dogs and cats to enter, and even without a muzzle! On, it’s magnificent! I find this permission a demonstration of great sensibility, ...

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“LIVE LIKE A CAT” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #172

LIVE  LIKE A CAT Rosamunda everyone said she was a child, even though she wasn’t a child at all. She wasn’t even young anymore. She was tired of being told that she was a child, but then also to stop being a child. The only one with whom she got on really well was her cat. He, MICIO BELLO, also called My coconut, and My duckling seemed to get along very well in his life, he seemed to fit right in his life as a cat. Rosamunda knew well how her Micio Bello behaved, since she was living with him for a decade. Her cat was a sweet too...

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“FROM HERE WHERE DID SHE GO?” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #171

FROM HERE….WHERE DID SHE GO? The wide ( large) square is opening in front of her, with its arms welcoming her, its arms which, instead of limiting the space, seem to widen the space. As always in front of the great square this feeling that the square is just awaiting you, is welcoming you. Lucy is looking at the large square, with behind her the bastion of the castle from which she has just come down, the castle on which top the angel with the drawn sword stood. The wide square , that is located a few hundred meters from her, seems ...

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“THE PLAN WAS PERFECT” by Mara Masolini

THE PLAN WAS PERFECT Wolf was really happy that morning as he drove to his office. Ah, everything would be perfect, he didn’t have to worry. He would get rid of his wife and father-in-law, and he would inherit a fortune….Oh, finally he could give himself to the life he had always dreamed. And no one would have suspected him. His plan was really perfect.( He had planned everything perfectly). At first, he had thought of using a hitman to kill his wife Clotilde, and his father-in-law Valter. But resorting to a hitman to eliminate t...

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“SANTA'S HAT” by Mara Masolini

SANTA’S HAT She couldn’t say she   woke up ( had woken up) because she had heard noises , much less noises or knocks from under her bed. However she woke up with a start, since she was dreaming  that she was locked in a cage with iron grates from which she couldn’t get out, and, as she pressed on the iron bars, trying to break them ( trying to go out), the cage became more and more narrow, she felt the metal bars, cold and hard, pressing on her, on her skin, on her body, she was about to be crushed. She had be...

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“LIKE AN ISLAND IN THE SEA OF THE SKY” by Mara Masolini

LIKE AN ISLAND IN THE SEA OF THE SKY “I must have slept a long time” she said herself, blinking and looking at the green plain out of the window. Now the train was running through a wide green expanse. The crowns of the trees were so thick that she (you) had the feeling that the train was passing ( running) through a wood. It was a summer afternoon, the sun had already set, but there was still a great light. In the sky, of a clear blue, the white, soft clouds were moving slowly, while the train passed quickly. And then, the sky, &nb...

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“A BLACK HORSE WAS CROSSING THE STREET, BUT PERHAPS IT WAS A RED BICYCLE, INSTEAD” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #167

A BLACK HORSE WAS CROSSING THE STREET…BUT PERHAPS IT WAS A RED BICYCLE, INSTEAD “ Julian, you said you met Paula Z. some days ago(yesterday). Where did you meet her? Maybe at the Seven Stars Bar, which she frequented, when she lived here?” “ No, No…I met her that she was flying  here in the city…ah, now I don’t remember exactly where …ah, here, she was flying over the White square” “ You mean she was walking across the square, don’t you?” Martha glanced at her son Julian with a look  b...

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“FAREWELL PARTY” by Mara Masolini

FARWELL PARTY “ But  really, Richard, are you going to leave for Mars? You know, I can’t believe it! Oh, it is impossible that you decided to leave not only your city and your country, but even the Earth!” Paul raised his glass, bringing it closer to Richard’s who, sitting at the other side of the table, in front of Paul, smiled, stretching his lips at Paul’s words, and he just shook his head. “ Yeah, why don’t you add ‘ at your age?’ Richard said, getting up, still  with the glass in his hand. “ Since (...

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“AT THE TOP OF THE TOWER” by Mara Masolini

AT THE TOP OF THE TOWER It couldn’t be called a museum, and strictly speaking, it wasn’t even a small gallery. It consisted of 19 paintings from XVI, XVII, and XVIII centuries. All the paintings were hanging on the walls of the small square room. On a worm-eaten wooden shelf, there were, exhibited all together, an Etruscan amphora, the BIG FOOT of a marble statue, which was presented as the foot of a statue of Nero, the head of a mummy, stolen from an Egyptian pyramid, and the stone statuette of a MAMMOTH, which indeed looked more lik...

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“HER MOTHER'S DAUGHTER” by Mara Masolini

HER MOTHER’S DAUGHTER Petra was twenty when David, her boyfriend, was found dead in his brand new dazzling red sports car, that had been given to him a few days earlier for his birthday. He was found sitting in the driver’s seat, his head resting on the steering wheel. David had been killed with a single shot fired in his right ear. Petra lived with her mother Charlotte, who was a thirty-seven years old teacher and had never been married. But she, Charlotte didn’t want to be held ( considered) a single mother like those gir...

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“HE WAS ALL DRESSED IN WHITE” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #163

HE WAS ALL DRESSED IN WHITE That May afternoon Peter, who was not yet five years old, was stamping ( struggling), rather impatiently in the arms of aunt Clelia, who was so keen to take him, his beloved little nephew, to see the Holy Father up close. She, aunt Clelia, and Peter, in her arms, were near enough to the metal barrier that separated the crowd of people tightly pressed in the square from the way  where the car carrying the Pope would pass, but they were not close the barrier like the people who were i...

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“AT DINNER WITH...HIM” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #162

AT DINNER WITH….HIM  “ I beg (pray) you, please, remember that the lobster must be boiled alive! WOE to you if you throw it in the boiling water already dead! He, our eminent guest, is a very refined palate, eh…so he would immediately realize that the lobster has been boiled when it was already a corpse!  Come on, you don’t make me look like shit with that very big one, who is our eminent guest….Ah, and the Brussels broccoli must be really of today, just popped out! You must also check one by one the cherries of Montegirigonz...

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“THE INTERVIEW” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #161

 THE INTERVIEW He, Karl K., was a world-famous figure, a successful singer for, at least,   twenty years, beloved by audiences of  young, old and even children, when, with what he told, or rather, confessed in that interview, he shocked everyone, indeed he knocked everyone out. Ah, who would have expected from someone like him, who had always been told as a very sunny person ( man), with a great charge of humanity and sympathy, that he could have committed something so terrible. The bomb of such great revelation ( co...

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“A FRESH WATER SPRING” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #160

A FRESH WATER SPRING Ruth had married very young to leave a family where no one had never cared for her, where indeed she was also mistreated. In her family of origin her life had always been hell. Of course, if as a child and as a teenager someone had asked her what plans she had for her life, she couldn’t certainly have answered that she was thinking  of a family of hers, with husband and children. Yet at the age of seventeen she had married, and she had not married for love either, and not even because she wanted to have children and...

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“THE GARBAGE BAG” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #159

 THE GARBAGE BAG What  a   strange dream that   of the last night. He dreamed of his grandparents’ country house, where he had lived some years   as a child. In his   dream Joe   was   going up the stairs that, suddenly lit up with a shining light ,  as they were becoming more steeper and also more and more long under his step ( feet), as if they never ended . He had the feeling, going up, it was impossible to get the top of the stairs. As he  ...

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