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She had nowhere to go. Nothing to eat but a sausage roll and several cups of weak coffee from a vending machine. To make matters worse, her leg still hurt where she’d been kicked by a bovver kid on Aggro Row. – Jill was right on the edge staring at the abyss; when she saw …
“What has happened?” – “There was a gas explosion next door in the salumeria. Now, Doctor Noviello is selling his flat.” – “Rompiscatole, what am I going to do with this box?” One day, about a year prior to this conversation in front of some scaffolding in via Carulli, two boys were on their way …
There is a fine line between the high wire and a disappearing act. Mr Kite When she arrived at the airport, her husband was standing on the curb with his suitcase and mobile phone. She waved and called him. He looked up and saw her. Smiling through his conversation – he started walking towards the …
It is the stranger in you to whom I am now making this – I admit – clumsy appeal. The businessman Achille Lombardo had taken his wife on an all-expense paid trip to Switzerland. After their meal with esteemed colleagues and friends, she made her excuses and left him in the lobby. About fifteen minutes …
The man could not remember anything about his life except that he was once a cook in South Africa. The hospital eventually traced his brother who came to see him. His brother shakes him by the hand, gives him thirty Euros, then says goodbye. (From Doctor Tom Tom’s case studies in Amnesia) When Arturo left …
“Something was always jus’ a little off. It was even in his name: William James Maudit.” One afternoon, when I was about fifteen, I took myself off to see American Werewolf in London. For those who do not know this film, at the time it was considered a rather good example of the horror genre. …
The whole effect of his appearance reminded me of an impish faun. His face was heavily made up, his lips violently rouged, and he had on a pair of lurid tights and patent leather shoes with brass buckles, while strapped to his waist appeared to be an instrument of some kind. Suzy was in the …
Counting off twenty-oneShooting stars in a cow fieldSPLAT! Bernadette did not know what to say when her mother phoned up asking if she was coming home at the weekend. “Why don’t you bring the essay home?” “Mum,” she said, “I can’t do that. I need the books from the library.” “What about your washing? – …
“What do you think?” I said. “I put my heart and soul into it.” – “Well,” she said, twisting a curl of hair around her little finger, “I still think you could do a hell of a lot better.” The conversation inside his head ran along the following lines. Why don’t you get a job, …
“Honestly,” she said with a sigh, “I never could bring myself to meet any of those people… but they were always on the edge of my nightmares.” In a hotel room in the West End, between promotional duties for a project that he had come to dislike with a young up and coming actress who …