Marco hadn’t slept well, the thoughts of his shortcomings at work kept him awake. This time he was not going to be lucky. The big bosses were going to be there, and he was going to be on the spot. Why did they have to come today? If they had chosen Friday instead, I wouldn’tContinue reading “Rossana Mora: 8.1”
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Rossana Mora: The Bridge II
At this new property a similar pattern developed. As men came and went, neighbours gracefully turned a blind eye. The less they look, the better. Some did it for their own sake, not to be tempted; some others because they simply didn’t approve and preferred to pretend they didn’t know what was going on behindContinue reading “Rossana Mora: The Bridge II”
Rossana Mora: Journey
I like to take my time, I don’t like rushing. When it comes to food, I like to taste every bite and enjoy the flavours. For the first 23 years of my life, food was just food. It didn’t matter if it was a balanced or healthy meal, if it was good quality, or ifContinue reading “Rossana Mora: Journey”
Rossana Mora: The Bridge
It was 6 am when the alarm went off. She opened her eyes and automatically jumped out of bed. In no time, she was walking around the neighbourhood. Two blocks away from her house she came across a small pedestrian bridge. Underneath there was a running creek. She started crossing the bridge but stood inContinue reading “Rossana Mora: The Bridge”
Rossana Mora: The Shack
The family trip started late in the morning. It was going to be a long drive before arriving at a waterfall that promised to be just spectacular. Excitement was in the air; the whole family was singing, playing games while sharing snacks. Landscape after landscape—it seemed that mother nature had just more and more toContinue reading “Rossana Mora: The Shack”
Rossana Mora: Darkness
‘You must walk one hundred steps now, don’t do anything stupid like turn around, run, or scream,’ he said. ‘Or, a bullet would perforate the back of your head.’ As he spoke, he gave me back my briefcase by pushing it against my chest while pointing in the direction of the darkest street anyone canContinue reading “Rossana Mora: Darkness”
Rossana Mora: Roots
Memories of some chats I had with my father revolve in my head from time to time. Back when I was little, moving houses seemed to be our lifestyle. My parents were teachers and they were sent to a remote rural town at the beginning of their careers. Their wish was to move back toContinue reading “Rossana Mora: Roots”
Rossana Mora: Stevens-Johnson
The baby girls were born into a lovely family after a hard pregnancy for their mum, who had a massive belly that looked like it was going to be torn apart at any time. The baby born first is always claimed to be the strongest. The second one was born half an hour after theContinue reading “Rossana Mora: Stevens-Johnson”
Rossana Mora: José
Life is a journey they say, but I guess you only realise that it is an actual journey when the friends that used to be sitting next to you, watching your back, are no longer there. I have been fortunate enough to find good and honest people along my path. Today, I want to rememberContinue reading “Rossana Mora: José”
Rossana Mora: Numbers
The Fields is the name of the nursing home that lies in the middle of the one of the nicest suburbs in Adelaide. Almost 80 percent of the residents are women, the oldest being 103 years old. They live within the four areas that are named after grains: oats, rice, barley and rye. Rye isContinue reading “Rossana Mora: Numbers”
Burnside Writers Group 