The wound

The wound

Angie looked sadly at the girl at the other side of her mirror. It was a matter of time. Seconds? Minutes? Thump, thump, thump… The pounding on her door was getting louder and menacing. She was motionless out of fear and shame. -Open the door! That morning, when...
The secret of the lake

The secret of the lake

-How much time do you think we have? asked Rosy -I don’t know: A week? A month? Answered Melanie. They were sitting on the top of the pickup in front of a lake on a cold and humid day. Rosy couldn’t face the lake and was looking at the mountains around the...
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