Good Stories
His simple clothes, his messy hair, his hesitant gaze — everything about him contrasted
In the lively school courtyard, everything seemed normal that day. Students were talking, laughing,
He simply wanted to say goodbye to his pregnant wife by opening the lid
“Sir… That’s not my dad,” the little girl said as she approached the biker
She entered a biker bar wearing a patch belonging to a dead man, and
“Look at me carefully. Such a mistake, here, in front of everyone… do you
The sun gently bathed the small quiet street, where every house seemed to come
— “Hey, you! Where do you think you’re going like that? This is not
— She is not dead! cried the cleaning woman and, with a violent gesture,
“You? Why have you reappeared…?” asked Sofia to the man who stepped out of