Mara Masolini

“THE MISTERY OF THE MISSING CORPSES” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #142

THE MISTERY OF THE MISSING CORPSES It had happened some  years ago.The investigation had since long been closed. No one was looking for the dead bodies that had disappeared from the coffins. The corpses had disappeared while they were exhibited in the funeral chapels adjacent to the hospital. From midnight to six in the morning the funeral chapels remained closed. During these hours ( this time) they were guarded by video cameras and a guardian stood in there. Teddy knew the night g...

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“SUDDENLY BEHIND HER ON THE ROAD” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #140

SUDDENLY BEHIND HER ON THE ROAD Since she had retired  in the countryside Marilyn took that walk every day. Mostly she set out shortly after sunset.  At that hour of passage, as if suspended, the air became thinner , and the light, which still shone, and yet was fading, imperceptibly but was fading away, it ( the light) was of an incomparable splendor. Sometimes instead she took her walk early in the morning, in the liquid light of the newly risen sun. She rarely met anyone during her walks, even more rarely she...

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“WALKING FLOWERS WILL GROW IN THIS LAWN and TREES WILL FLY S” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #139

 WALKING  FLOWERS WILL GROW IN THIS LAWN and TREES WILL FLY The colors, of course it was also their colors ,always, so living ( vivid) and dazzling ,  which gave him that idea. But, above all, it was their scent, so intense , yet also evanescent, which you could now perceive so strong, so all pervaded, sometimes even stunned or pungent, and which soon after you could no longer feel, as if it had dissolved in the air, as if wind had carried it away.  But here it is again, after just a moment or, however...

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“THE BLACK CHICK” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #138

THE BLACK CHICK Tommy had always been a good, docile child.  He had never made a fuss in the evening when, at the appointed time, he had to go to bed. Often, although not always, his mother, Louise, sat next to him on the bed and began to tell him a fairy tale. Most of the time ( almost always) Tommy fell asleep before she got to the end of the tale. Then she, Louise, came back in the living room to her husband Clive and her ( their) two teenage children, Peter and Maggie.  On the evenings there were also s...

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“THE FABULOUS BLUE EGGS” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #137

THE FABULOUS BLUE EGGS She closed in the envelope  the letter she had just finished writing , she wrote the address on the envelope, like the letter with her goose pen ( quill). Then she stamped the envelope and went out to post her letter. It was now 2050, by now only emails and SMS , and other even faster technological devilries were used. But she was still using the means to communicate of a century earlier. She still used pen and paper. Just a goose pen    Although she, Zelda, was a prominent, remarkable sc...

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“THE LAST CALL” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #136

                  THE LAST CALL She had long contacted that association___FOR CITIZEN’S RIGHTS____which claimed to be able tohelp people who were suffering psychiatric abuse and other malpractices by health care. She was suffering much more than abuse. Since too much time she had been subjected to a dictatorship, which probably wasn’t only   psychiatry to inflict her. That it was a very  unjust and very much...

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“OUTSIDE THE COURTYARD” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #135

              OUTSIDE THE COURTYARD      “ Listen to me, little Bobby: you don’t have to go out of the courtyard at all! Do you understand? Not even to go after a hen, or a turkey, or a goose, or some other animal” Bobby saw Aunt Julie’s stern face at the window…He knew well that there was no questioning her orders. However, he dared to say ( reply) : “ But, aunt, the animals come out of the courtyard. WHY can’t I go out too?” “...

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“ONE LITTLE THING APPEARING AND DISAPPEARING” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #134

ONE  LITTLE THING   APPEARING AND DISAPPEARING Grandpa Freddy almost never dared to go beyond ( outside) the solar system during his daily observations of the celestial vault. He , every time, remained ( was) too enchanted by the sandstorms on Mars, by its dark orange.  Not to mention the moon…oh what shock , after having always seen it bright of a soft light in the sky at night, when( looking it with the telescope), its hard, rocky surface hit you like a punch, inde...

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“CHOCOLATE HEART” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #133

CHOCOLATE HEART She had found it rummaging in an old warm-eaten chest relegated to the attic.  As soon as Marianna had the red box in her hands, after pulling it out of the pile of junk where ( into which) it was ______pieces of fabric, balls of wool, crochet hooks, scissors, hairpins, zippers, ribbons, spools of thread….._____she felt her heartbeat speeding up with emotion. That heart shaped box, of modest size, was made of cardboard, a white cardboard yellowed over time. The top ( the upper half) of the box wa...

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“MY SQUIRREL IS FLYING” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #132

MY SQUIRREL IS FLYING “ You will see how many friendships you’ll make there in the city, of course even ( with) girls” His mother kept repeating him for days. “Oh, think, you will go to a very prestigious school ,the renowned international high school Albert Einstein “                                            &nbs...

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“ALMOST LIKE AN APPARITION” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #131

ALMOST LIKE AN APPARITION  No doubt that she could not go unnoticed. Her long straight platinum blond hair, they moved, remaining long straight, to the almost regal pace of her steps. A tall black domed hat stood out  (towered) on her head, increasing her already remarkable height.  She had a tall, slender, supple figure ( physique). She was elegantly dressed, yet at the same time you were struck by the extravagance of her clothing. Over the long coat of classic cut, tight on the shoulders and which widened like a bell, ...

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“ONE GRAY SOCK” by Mara Masolini

ONE GRAY SOCK ( THAT SINGLE GRAY SOCK) It had been three days  he had come to his father’s house, where his father had lived alone in the last years of his life, after the death of his second wife. During those three days he had gone wandering from room to room, all busy, frantically, in opening closets, drawers, trunks, and in rummaging among what were inside them, without even knowing why he did it. He was acting as if he was looking for something specific, while he was not looking for anything. Unless you want to say t...

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“AT THE WATERING CLUB” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #130

AT THE WATERING CLUB The club, four rooms in all, three of which could be accessed even by people who were not members of the club, was located on the third floor on an old building,   a building with stone stairs and no lift,  that stood on one side of the largest square of the city.   So that, like the palace ( building) that club, very original, and almost innovative, came to be right in front of what was known as the most infamous bar in the city. This bar, the Richard bar, was frequ...

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“AND SNOWFLAKE FLEW OUT OF THE WINDOW” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #129

AND SNOWFLAKE FLEW OUT  OF THE WINDOW The fire crackled in the hearth, the flames, rising and falling, colored red the walls of the room. It had been snowing continuously for three days now  The Robbins chalet, which stood on the slope of the great mountain, at a considerable height, was almost submerged in snow. They, the Robbins, father, mother and three children, really couldn’t leave their precious refuge, they even could not think at all of setting foot outside their little castle, indeed neither ...

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“THERE IS A LITTLE DUCK IN MY CUP OF TEA” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #128

THERE IS A LITTLE DUCK IN MY CUP OF TEA Alice removed the paper and put the tea  bag into the cup, while she waited for the water to boil. Of course she too knew that tea, a real tea should be prepared with the leaves of tea dried to the right point, on which to pour water at first boiling, without the presence of the filter, yes, very thin, but that however it was not tea. In tea bags  the paper bag, even if very thin and very permeable to water, inevitably takes something away from the tea, from its most authentic ...

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