Mara Masolini

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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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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“LIKE THIS MUSIC/ THE GREEN FACE” by Mara Masolini

LIKE THIS MUSIC / THE GREEN FACE/ TIME, what does not erases time, what does not end up in oblivion as time going by , it often happened to Alma to think so. She , who was already forty, could not help but feel a shiver through her back , when she thought how quickly the forty years of her life had passed. In a breath, in a flash they were gone.  And she could not help but think, with tre...

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“BAREFOOT ON THE ASPHALT” by Mara Masolini

BAREFOOT ON THE ASPHALT  What struck me, but I can say the first thing I saw of him were his bare feet on the asphalt which, at that time____it was summer, it was about 1PM, had to be hot. Two large, very big bare feet very white too, as I was going to enter the highway, with my heavy load of goods to be transported not exactly near. The boy was disheveled, dressed unkempt, his trousers an...

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“LIFE BEHIND THE CORNER” by Mara Masolini

LIFE BEHIND THE CORNER Jeremy was the only baker in that small mountain village, little more than a hamlet, which was called The three chimneys. Most f the villagers used to go to his shop, early in the morning, to get their daily bread.  Jeremy, with the only help of Paul, a young man who had grown up in an orphanage, cared to make bread, as well as candied biscuits, apple pie, and fla...

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“YOU WOULD NEVER IMAGINE” by Mara Masolini

YOU WOULD NEVER IMAGINE Yeah, it was November now, he said himself, glancing at the window, At nine in the morning that thick, smoky fog that did not let the sun’s rays pass through. It was Monday again, a Monday like so many others. Bill called Monika, her secretary, and said her  that she had to take care of the mail. He, Bill, had an appointment with a Swiss client, who(m) he would meet...

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“THE FOULARD FLUTTERING IN THE AIR” by Mara Masolini

THE FOULARD FLUTTERING IN THE AIR Alexia was coming back home. She walked with firm (decisive) step, quickly. Her gymnastic teacher, in middle school, used to urge their girls not to have the pace of those who walk on eggs. She was right, Alexia said to herself still now. It’s nice to feel the ground under your feet, even when under your feet there is the sidewalk, or the asphalt of the st...

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“CIRCLES IN THE WATER” by Mara Masolini

CW: infanticide CIRCLES IN THE WATER“Hey, did you are making circles in the water?” Muriel’s voice rang ( sounded) shrill behind her. Miriam just turned her head, squeezing her legs tighter in her arms. She was sitting on the ground in front of the pond in her garden. Muriel’s words, they had evoked ( her) a line of a song , which had been well known when she was young. “ They are all circles in the water…” and “ “They never stop,...

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“A STORY OF DOLLS” by Mara Masolini

A STORY OF DOLLS Alice and Norma had known each other for a lifetime. They had gone to school together, they had done sports together, skiing and cycling. They had been in the same cultural and environmental associations. Now they were both over forty,  both divorced. Alice had three teenage children, who lived with her. Norma instead had no children and, after the divorce from her husband...

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“THE SUN SETS ON THE MEADOW” by Mara Masolini

     THE SUN SETS ON THE MEADOW I have been working in the Brothers Grimm and Associates architectural firm for almost twenty years. I have always been involved in the renovation , or  refurbishment of bathrooms and kitchens. Never in all these years I have been asked to design a building. And when I say a building I don’t mean a public work (one), not a condominium or even a vill...

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“WINNIE IN THE GARDEN” by Mara Masolini

WINNIE IN THE GARDEN I care a lot about ( of) my garden. I spend hours there every day, not only to water the flowers and the plants, not only to check the ground where they  are. In short , not only to take care of the flowers and the plants, but also to be in their company, that they are a great comfort to me. There are the most beautiful roses of the who...

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“A GREAT NIGHT AT BRIGHT PARK” by Mara Masolini

A GREAT NIGHT AT BRIGHT PARK It was eleven in the evening when Alex called Clara, who was having a snack, before going to bed. “ Then, darling, but , oh, what’s happening? We haven’t seen you yet, but you’re coming, aren’t you? Oh, you can’t miss the wonderful party in our very magnificent park!  Up, we’re all waiting for you! Do you want someone  come and get you?” Alex spoke at breakneck...

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“THE TURQUOISE MEDALLION” by Mara Masolini

THE TURQUOISE MEDALLION The first time he saw it, it was hanging from a silver  necklace around the neck, or, more precisely, on the chest of his colleague Sybil. That round pendant of a few centimeters in diameter was noticed, it leapt to the eyes because of the bright turquoise , which was the background color. In the centre of that shimmering turquoise enamel surface there was ...

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“THE BANDAGED HAND” by Mara Masolini

THE BANDAGED HAND It was five o’clock in the afternoon when Charlotte learned from the news that the serial killer of the screwdriver had killed another young woman. This time the victim had been a nurse who was walking to come back home after her shift in the hospital, and who had passed through the public gardens in the vicinity of the hospital, where she had been assaulted and killed wi...

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“THE BALD HEAD WITH POINTED EARS” by Mara Masolini

THE BALD HEAD WITH POINTED EARS The first time they saw him he was lying ( sleeping) under a table in the small square in front of the Cecchi bar, which also served lunches, so there were several tables outdoors, in front of the bar. The first to see him, early in the morning, was Rosa, who lived in the house attached to the bar. ...

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“THE USUAL DAILY WALK” by Mara Masolini

 THE USUAL DAILY WALK The sun had just set when she went out for her usual walk, which wasn’t even a walk. In fact when she was going to do it, she used to say: “ I go out to take just a few steps back here” . She went out of the house, then she turned  to the corner on the right of her house and walked on the narrow and stony path that was behind her house. She walked along it up to the w...

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