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By Anonymous (not verified) , 18 December, 2021
There comes a moment when they both fall silent as her daughter takes a long shuddering breath, and that’s when the memory drops into Caro’s consciousness, perfect as a drop of water off a stalactite. Down it smashes, tiny but insistent, into a little pool of something calcified and secret. ‘I got stung by a wasp when I was about four years old,’ she says to her daughter. ‘It really hurts, doesn’t it?’
By Anonymous (not verified) , 11 December, 2021
When Federico wakes up, the sun is beginning to make its descent towards the horizon. He looks at his watch. It is 5 o’clock. Amore, how could I have slept for so long? He looks across and sees Gina sitting on the bench. In the late afternoon light, she is radiant in her floral dress and hat. Gina? Is this really you?