Racconto

Un breve racconto che ho appena scritto per una gara a tempo fra amici, non gli ho dato il titolo. Il tema come vedrete non è originalissimo, ma sono contento dell’atmosfera in generale.

She was roaming aimlessly between the rows of cactus in the nursery. Her surrounding were full of glass walls and the view could easily go behind of the greenhouse and loosing in the horizont of sea. She questioned herself for one moment to better concentrate on her mood: she was not understanding if that lightness, vaguely euphoric, depended to the arrive on the summer season, pregnant of hazy promises.

Marco appeared from the glass window of the nursery, dressed only with the pants, completely wet.

“I didn’t resist to dive in the water, the first swim of the year”, Marco said with an head of childish pride.
“Aren’t you cold?”

They made love there, between the cactuses. The feeling of sex was still kind of new and largely undiscovered, but started to has the feel of a domestic pleasure. Camilla been trough some lazy thoughts about the salt on the skin, who she saw as a season product, as artichokes or blackberries.

“Marco, do you know that a ghost is such a concrete thing… The death of Ada it repropose to me always more often, I find it in front of me shaped as an interrogative every time bigger, that grows feeding of itself”.

“Who commits suicide, condems the other to the sense of guiltiness, but I don’t think Ada were aware of this. There was not any egoism in her”, Marco said.

“It’s such a radical thing, lucid, mad, it envolves the more extrem strength of will. There were nothing like in Ada. Sometimes I think that she was distinguishing so few from mental world to realty, that she didn’t realized that taking away one, she was taking away the other”.

Claudio break into, careless of the nudity of the two: “Come on, the others are waiting for you. We wanna go to the southern rocks”.

“It will takes hours”, noticed Camilla.

“Do we have something else to do?”, concluded Marco with an accomplice smile.

They dress up quickly and run down from the cement stair which divided them from the beach. Camilla stopped to taste the heat that rolled up her naked feet. Marco, behind her, thought how beauty she was.

Little further the others were waiting: Federica, Marta, Mia, Umberto e Guido. Everybody run together next to the water and then they started walk towards the reefs in the South. The Sun was still high.

Sometimes they crossed some old couple that was walking in the opposite direction, or in their direction. Or they overcome old fishermen on the bank. Marco felt a strange sensation of unreality, like the world were populated only from olds e they were the the last youths.

Camilla and Marta were the first to notice an huge flock of migration birds that were fly above their heads. An ecstatic silence dropped. Then Umberto asked what kind of bird they were, Guido answered he never sow something like this.

They went up to the reef climbing, the heat was enough to sweet a bit, and Camilla felt her panting breath.

Once on the top, everybody set down to take breath. Federica started hummed an electronic them that nobody recognize.

Camilla observed for a long time her friend with intense eyes, as she was studying them. She did not say a word, but she was sure that in that moment everybody were thinking about Ada.