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id="8504">A gift. I got a present this morning. Between half-sleep and coffee with milk. Between the clouds and the abyss.Thanks, I didn’t expect it! So you say, out of courtesy. For superstition. The truth is that, after all, I was hoping for it. I counted on it.But you can never be sure of a gift.Who knows? This time, perhaps, the heavenly attendant has forgotten. Or found shops closed, red traffic lights. Or has decided that, by now, the thought is enough.I opened my eyes and the gift was there. Without a ticket, because you don’t need it. Without instructions.I opened my eyes and the gift was there. A sigh of relief.Here it is.Another ordinary, unsteady, unavailable, refulgent, day of my life.This story, if you like, continues on…<div id="b69b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/afternoon-at-annas-house-11-64067914836d"> <div> <div>

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The Havanun Tales #10

A gift was there

Between half-sleep and coffee with milk

Anna is sixteen.

Wanders through the streets of Havanun with a camera over her shoulder.

So far, she is the only one who has managed to photograph a Mermaid, so Dorothy told me.

Anna is sick.

She would have the right to grasp a storm in her fragile fists, to chain ships to her light hair.

Anna’s heart is a field of hope, chamomile and fireworks.

If I ever have a daughter one day, I wish she looked like her.

We take a photo while we smile behind the seagulls and the lighthouse.

And she tells me, with a voice of water and salt:

A gift. I got a present this morning. Between half-sleep and coffee with milk. Between the clouds and the abyss.

Thanks, I didn’t expect it! So you say, out of courtesy. For superstition. The truth is that, after all, I was hoping for it. I counted on it.

But you can never be sure of a gift.

Who knows? This time, perhaps, the heavenly attendant has forgotten. Or found shops closed, red traffic lights. Or has decided that, by now, the thought is enough.

I opened my eyes and the gift was there. Without a ticket, because you don’t need it. Without instructions.

I opened my eyes and the gift was there. A sigh of relief.

Here it is.

Another ordinary, unsteady, unavailable, refulgent, day of my life.

This story, if you like, continues on…

Afternoon at Anna's house # 11

Anna printed the photowhere we smile,he called to give it to me. I've been to his house,it is not far from the…

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Thank you, Trisha Traughber, for this prompt:

A Line of Hope

A Vagabond Voices Writing and Living Prompt

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