The scissors

She used to make things simple and even in troubled times the happy end was foreseeable.

I was there while she approached the scissors to the side edge of a magazine page where a boat with large white veils was entangled in the good weather.

Suddenly, she closed the blades and cut the sky into two.

“So many things happened in my life” she said trying to explain her behavior “only fragments can soothe my rage”.

What could I say? She did it again: she made hard things incredibly simple.

The cut
The cut (workers demonstration, Bologna – Italy)

microFICTION #12

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2 thoughts on “The scissors

  1. melodylowes April 3, 2013 / 5:37 am

    Wow – such a powerful story with so many questions left behind. I am wondering about ‘her’…

    • The right mood April 3, 2013 / 7:58 am

      Hi Melody!! Yes, she’s got a heavy past but can cope with it (in her own way, of course)…

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