Reunion. Luca Paci

Every day Mara appears in a different dress with a different hairstyle, using a different phone. Initially she doesn’t recognize her. One day she is blonde and elegantly dressed, the next she is a brunette with a rather bedraggled look. She never stops and talks. She always seems to be in a hurry, doing some errand or other, rushing away.
This time she expressly waits for her outside her flat. She knows she has to pass from there at this time in the morning. And so she does. This time Mara is wearing a black thick coat and leather boots, but the most evident items are perhaps a pair of earrings. They are gold, round-shaped and quite big. She has applied quite a lot of foundation on her face.
Mara pretends she has not seen her until her friend’s face is few inches away from her. ‘Are you all right?’ She looks at her as if she’s seen her for the first time. Her face is blank. ‘ No really… No’. It’s then when she decides to tell her everything, no matter what. Continue reading


An incident. Luca Paci

Once she knocked at his door asking for a glass of water. The dog was barking in a baritone voice, chained by the drainpipe outside. He shuffled and pushed the door ajar. He said I know what you are and what you do down the stairs, if you want water there’s a tap by the playground, you’re not gonna use my glass. She looked down clenching the note with her fist, then she left him muttering the name of god.

Chance. Luca Paci

There is this Oriental girl who enters Waitrose in front of St. Michael’s Church. She ‘s well dressed, a white linen dress and a black hat. I can see her from the window with the reflection of the church and the constant flux of traffic. I’ m waiting for you and whilst chaining my bike I’m struck by the sudden revelation of this woman. She’ s running her arms on her dress to flatten the creases. Her breasts are like birds about to fly. She ‘s gorgeous. She seems to look in my direction now. I flatten my hair and smile. She squints. She’s rummaging in her handbag now. She’s seen me. She disappears behind the toiletry section and for a moment I think she’s gone forever. I catch a glimpse of her naked calf. She’s tame. She’s staring back at me and I nod and smile again. She’s now coming out from the supermarket. She’s heading in my direction, looking at me, straight at me. I turn round. Continue reading

Matilda. Luca Paci

They said God is dead, but I’m alive. I can still breathe see eat pray piss, I’m no dead body.
Last week this man came, fairly long hair thick glasses well dressed and sat stayed there for a minute or a year I don’t remember.
That’s my problem, I don’t retain information everything comes and goes up down above beneath beyond yonder (!) who uses yonder anymore.
And I’m less than a traffic light I don’t give off colors or noise I just sit like this chap in front of me trying to be smart with his briefcase who the fuck he thinks he is with that phony smile and his professional breath of minty fresh something. Continue reading