The transmission of oppression feels wild and envious at the same time in this piece. It is almost laughable when experienced, but those are the nerves that frighten me. You nailed it. I loved the creepiness, the forewarning. The dead rising from the grave. And then the sweetness of icing used to smear the plate. The observant non-catholic view of the grand child. The acceptance of the child in himself. The relieved adult. Thank you for this, Luciano.
A lovely piece, Luciano. Old world. Finely wrought. A dash of Proust. A pleasure.
"memory....is just another way of finishing things" love that!
beautiful piece of writing, Luciano
Thank you for taking the time Tabby. I'm glad that you enjoyed reading the story.
The transmission of oppression feels wild and envious at the same time in this piece. It is almost laughable when experienced, but those are the nerves that frighten me. You nailed it. I loved the creepiness, the forewarning. The dead rising from the grave. And then the sweetness of icing used to smear the plate. The observant non-catholic view of the grand child. The acceptance of the child in himself. The relieved adult. Thank you for this, Luciano.
Thank you for taking the time Constance. I'm glad you like it, and your comments are much appreciated.