Little White Eggs
“Ready?” I asked her.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Before turning the hair clipper on, I held back a waterfall of tears.
Fiction
Category: Fiction
Fiction
A Rockstar
Well, I actually became a rockstar. Let me tell you my story, the story of a girl who came from a small town in Switzerland, and became as much known as Queen.
Fiction
Last Letter
Every prisoner facing death penalty has multiple rights, which usually reflect their last wishes. During his last 24 hours, the prisoner can choose his last meal, his own way of execution, who is able to assist to the latter, pray aloud with a priest and finally, to write a last letter.
Fiction
A Long Moment
I am in his mother’s house, in the front door, as if I was greeting intentionally other guests. He is not. I am pushing the stroller, as I am trying to call him… I did not know I could do that too, I guess mommyhood gave me superpower…
Fiction
Yellow Socks and Norway
Aiden and I met when we were respectively 32 and 34 years old. I know, it’s not the typical story of a couple, but it’s also great that way. Not belonging to a habit, an expectation. We are originals, at least that’s how I like to think of it.
Fiction
Love Is in the Rain
The time on the car shows 17:12. It’s only been six minutes since we left, but my body seems to have been sitting for hours. My legs are already tingling, I’m sitting awkwardly, and I don’t know where to put my hands.
Fiction
December Seventh
My father sits alone at the kitchen table. The sun set hours ago, but he has not bothered to turn on a light. He utters not a word, nor stirs a limb.
Fiction
Captains Don’t Leave the Ship
We’re in the middle of nowhere. I’m serious. Empty, cold, cruel and vast, that’s how I would describe space, this deafening infinity spreading all around the only home I’ve ever known. I’m a third-generation occupant on this spaceship. My mother may have passed away when I was younger, but I’m still lucky enough to hear all of my grandmother’s stories about Earth.
Fiction
A Bar of Soap
inderella is playing on the television. It is an old VHS, although it is not old yet: we are in 2002 and the whole family is arguing, as always around those years. I say that the whole family is arguing, but it is not true.