Ballerina

Ballerina

from Lucy Bauer
05.04.2016
Alf spostò di lato la tenda di pizzo e guardò la strada lucida di pioggia. Cathy Brown, la vicina del 12, camminava in fretta, china sotto l'ombrello. Esitò un istante passando davanti alla finestra di Alf, che alzò una mano per salutarla. Ma Cathy, impegnata ad ...
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Der Schlüssel

Der Schlüssel

from Shannon Wardell
05.04.2016
Schon im März hatten wir begonnen über den Sommer zu sinnieren. Nur wir drei dieses Mal. Mein Sohn und meine Tochter zeigten schnell ihre Vorliebe für etwas Entspanntes. Ich hatte in Wahrheit eher das Verlangen, etwas Ausgefallenes zu machen, etwa eine ...
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Die kleine Ballerina

Die kleine Ballerina

from Lucy Bauer
05.04.2016
Alf schob die Spitzengardinen zur Seite und spähte auf die regennasse Straße hinaus. Cathy Brown von Nummer 12 kam, unter ihren Regenschirm geduckt, herangeeilt. Sie zögerte kurz, als sie auf gleicher Höhe mit Alfs Fenster war, und er hob seine Hand um sie zu grüßen ...
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La chiave

La chiave

from Shannon Wardell
05.04.2016
Avevamo già cominciato a fare piani per l'estate a marzo. Questa volta eravamo solo noi tre, e i miei figli pensavano a una vacanza rilassante. Io propendevo per qualcosa di più audace, tipo un tour dei graffiti in varie città europee. Ma quello sarebbe stato anche ...
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Marie, Summer 1942

Marie, Summer 1942

from Daniel Mylow
05.04.2016
Even though I was also on a certain day in July 1979 at a certain time travelling on the way to R., I never really arrived there. In my previous life that was easier. Then I could fly, my grandmother said.
I stand at the window and look at the birds. Where is the ...
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The Little Ballerina

The Little Ballerina

from Lucy Bauer
05.04.2016
Alf slid the lace curtain aside and peered out at the rain-soaked street. Cathy Brown from number 12 came hurrying along, huddled under her umbrella. She hesitated as she drew level with Alf’s window and he raised his hand in greeting. But Cathy, intent on negotiating ...
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The Key

from Shannon Wardell

In March, we had already begun to muse about summer. Just the three of us this time, my son and daughter were already inclined towards something casual. I had actually been craving something a little edgy, like a graffiti spray tour through various European cities. But ...
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