How a Nuclear Accident Can Melt a Mixtape in Verona in 1986
Ho scritto questo racconto qualche mese fa, giocando sugli acronimi, e sulla cultura pop degli anni Ottanta. E’ uno di quei casi in cui mi sono divertita molto scrivendo questo racconto. Felicssima che Bending Genres l’abbia pubblicato nel numero 27 della rivista, uscito a giugno del 2022. Ecco come comincia.
Marco is the coolest boy in school. He wears a bomber jacket he bought on holiday in Los Angeles, and his hair is as shiny as Michael J. Fox’s. When I grow up, I will marry Marco. That is unless I marry Michael J. Fox first.
I bump into Marco at the library after school. He says Hi. Lucia says he definitely likes me, and I should leave him a message somewhere. Where? I ask. In a book, she says, it will remind him of where you met. And what should I say? I ask then. Like, just say hi, she says. So I leave him a message in his history book: I just say hi, and forget to sign it. I cry all night. He’ll never know it’s me.