Sylvie: A 60-word story

Born to an Italian father and Spanish mother

Her heart and soul raised in the Swiss Alps

I never realised that as a woman, I would have so much to carry on my shoulders.

Hair messy, eyes wild with laughter

It is good we came here, to mix things up a bit.

She closed her eyes, warming them in the morning sun


Val d’Anniviers


Sole: A 50 word story

A birthday party in Madrid

Photographic evidence of the Hungarian’s white shirted shoulder and his left ear

Neither meant to make an impression.

The Italian who left for surgery in Cairo,

would flee to Rome in the midst of the Arab Spring.

Hands shaken above large desks

Never to un-meet again.

the right timing