God it was hot outside. Stepping inside the house after a long day at work, he leaned over and picked up his daily mail from the floor. When he read the Save the date wedding card, he sighed. Folding and pointing it like a dart, he tossed it to the other side of the room.

Damn Dominique”. He cursed.

After leaving her for good – at least he thought it was for his good – he had been thinking of her every single day since June 2014. At first he had considered him free again: all possibilities were in front of him, turning and swirling around in multiple ways.

But then. Only now, he could see it, only one way could be taken. The detour. He had been such a fool. An idiot. “Be honest at least!” he told himself, whispering while toying with a little turtle toy she had left behind. Now on the sitting room little table. He had never found out if she had left it on purpose inside the tend they used to go hiking and camping in the Alps.

Yes, be honest”. He sighed. Despite his decision, he still loved her. The truth was, he had been scared of tying the knot. So he fled, leaving her behind. While she, after two years, was tying the knot with another guy.

What’s his surname again?” He fetched the Save the Date card from the corner. Moon. “Is this really an actual family name?”

Mrs. Dominique Moon.

And why are you inviting me anyway?”. RSVP.

He would. Reply. But first of all he needed to see her again. She had become his forbidden apple now. Now that she was on her own, going down the aisle with another man. “It’s my only chance to find out if she loves me despite everything”.

He could just say one word to her: sorry.

© Dom



Inspired by The TBP cubing the stories #2

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Of Sky and Human Foolishness

Make a wish upon a spring clean blue sky plenty of white cream clouds. Head up, sipping the beauty of these immense open drapes on our earthly stage. These photos were taken this last Spring in Venice, a myriad of little islands connected by creative long or short bridges.

Our fault is in the sky. We humans tend to forget that we are a tiny island in the universe. And unlike Venice we can’t connect to the other ones. I remember reading The Element by Sir Ken Robinson (never read it? You should. You will see your life from a different perspective), and I was struck by some pages where he showed how small, even invisible, our Planet is compared to a Universe we almost don’t know.

And then. Those windows. They reflected the blue spring sky. There are rooms behind those glasses. Closed rooms, with their stories and their human dilemmas and frustrations.

Yes. Let’s make a wish upon the sky. Let’s consider the immense Universe. Let’s think about how small we human beings are.

Live and let others live in peace.

In memory of all the victims of human stupidity

© Dom


Inspired by The Daily post’s one-word prompt: island


Inspired by The Spiral Notebook 100 word challenge: room


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~ this be the verse ~

Poets, and poetry lovers, among you bloggers know exactly what I am talking about here, just reading the title. A famous Philip Larkin‘s poem. I won’t post it here, I leave to you the pleasure to go and find it out on the blogosphere (link on the poet’s name).

spiaggia4It is, among all, one of the poems that defines me most. As a person. As a daughter. As a mother. And it paints my pain, in the voyage I have taken 40 years ago when I saw the light of the earth for the first time. It is the voyage, that is still going on, to understand, love, forgive, my parents. And their faults.

Striking how many believe that loving a parent is a natural feeling. Believe me, it has not been my case. And in all my short life I have found out it is not my unique condition.

I think I will keep on going on searching for, during this difficult life journey, clues and answers to many questions that are still hanging over my head, since I was a child.

All in all, however, I believe that if I am the person I am, a person I truly love and admire, I owe it also to them- my parents.

But the voyage is still going on.



Inspired by the Daily post today’s one-word prompt ~ voyage