Slawka G. Scarso

Short stories, poems and the odd travel note // Racconti, poesie, e qualche appunto di viaggio

Moving Home

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Moving Home

Adoro Ellipsis Zine. Uno dei miei primissimi racconti, e un racconto a cui sono particolarmente affezionata (Like Making Bread) è stato pubblicato lì e in generale pubblicano sempre racconti fantastici. Così ero felicissima quando Steve Campbell ha accettato di dare una “casa” a questo mio racconto che guarda caso riguarda una casa. Ho scritto la prima bozza durante uno degli incontri organizzati col mio gruppo a Geneva. E’ ispirato a un’opear dell’artista canadese David Blackwood intitolata Hauling Job Sturge’s House, del 1979.

Ecco come comincia:

They came from the village right before dawn, covered in thick wool clothes that left just enough space for the arms to move. I could only see their eyes through the gap between the berets and the scarves. They entered the house, an empty skeleton by now, all its contents safe. If anything, I had to appreciate that, at least. Many of these people had not been as lucky, the waters had come first.

In line, following Byrne’s lead, they removed one glove to shake my hand, and pat my back. The small procession reminded me of when my grandfather died, and then my father after him. Always in this house by the cliff.

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Photo credits: David Blackood, Hauling John Sturge’s House

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