Enamored by a Cloud_In Vain_THE GHOST OF THE APARTMENT BUILDING IN VIA ARIOSTO_A GREAT NIGHT AT BRIG
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Enamored by a Cloud
Enamored by a Cloud! “Chare’ how are you this beautiful day?” says her therapist while Chare’ is driving down the road. Chare’ responds, “I find that I am at peace, peace, but to give you an idea of how I truly feel this beautiful day let me share a chain of events. My day began with a shower, as I completed my every day rising routine my attention, my eye was captured by the gazing of the sun through my window. I thought to myself it must be a beautiful day, it has to be, as I stared deeply out the window a little longer than usual. In surprise I spotted a cloud that captured the sun within ...
In Vain
The gemstone had shattered by the touch of her hands, sending streams of light flashing across the small brick-walled room. Halamous had told us that this should not be the case--that the gem should gravitate towards her if it were ready. But before I could warn her with even a muffled screech, her hand grazed the polished stone without the gemstone’s comfort signal.We walk back to Halamous’ tent now, our shame disguising our internal confusion. Halamous must have known that the gem wasn’t ready or that Varitha was not the one to be chosen for its grace. He knows all in these forests--all of ...
THE GHOST OF THE APARTMENT BUILDING IN VIA ARIOSTO
THE GHOST OF THE APARTMENT BUILDING IN VIA ARIOSTO Gaetano had begun to frequent that apartment building as a young man, when he was ( had been) a door-to-door salesman, first of encyclopedias, then of household cleaning products, then of kitchen utensils. That five storey building, pided into apartments ___on each floor there were four apartments____had been built in the seventies of the twentieth century. Then in the following decades, the area had thickened with other, taller, more modern buildings. However he, Gaetano, had continued to prefer that building now considered out of mood ( ...
A GREAT NIGHT AT BRIGHT PARK
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 speed. She could hear the crush of impatience in his voice, in his words. Impatience for the admirable, fantastic performances which were about to happen there in the park, impatience also for her arrival. S...