The Night Before

The eve of change

Raffaella Ferretti

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She is sitting alone on the worn-out brown sofa, a silent presence in the large sitting-room’s dim yellowish light. Her house is now becoming quiet, visited by the long shadows of the evening. She is only hearing the regular snoring of her old dog, Luna.

Her own light snoring, on the other hand, always annoyed her husband. He deplored it so much that, one night, he made up a cot…

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Raffaella Ferretti

Life always surprises me when I look for direction and measure. Writing poems and stories, Editing respectfully, and Teaching children. In the holistic sphere.