A Little Workshop of Stories
The man was sitting on a bench, looking at the lake. He seemed to be daydreaming. He looked a little sad, lost in his thoughts. Another man approached, holding a child by the hand. “Excuse me,” he said to the man on the bench, “could you move a bit?” The man shifted as much as … Read more
In the plain stood a railway station. It was old, very old, and creaked in the wind like the skeletons of the hanged that whistle as they sway and knock against one another. Every nail, screw, and hinge had long since loosened from their places on the ancient wooden structure. The signs were no longer … Read more
For three days and three nights the rain fell. Dense, heavy, opaque. It fell slowly, like a theatre curtain descending at the end of a performed act. People sat in their houses. The hungry cattle moaned and bellowed in their pens and stables. From time to time a lantern would glow on a porch, then … Read more
In the middle of the grove stood an unusual tree. Since time immemorial, its branches had stretched deep into the earth, its leaves sprouting and dying in the underground darkness, while its roots jutted into the air. Thus the tree had lived. Travellers and wanderers passing through the grove avoided it, taking it for a … Read more
The house is quiet, sunk into the night like a decaying ship. It lies tame and peaceful, beautiful in its collapse. It has killed four people. They were found on the threshold, intensely dead.The first in pieces.The second, a homeless man, gray-haired and gaunt, as if he had died of old age.The third, a young … Read more