Londoners, A Short Story

As you know, writing is one of my biggest passion. Yesterday night I started writing a short story and I thought it could be nice sharing it with you. Please feel free to give me any advice, idea, correction. I will post it every now and then into the category “Londoners” and you will find the number of the episode in the next posts. Hope you like it!

Come ben sapete, scrivere è una delle mie più grandi passioni. Ieri sera ho iniziato a scrivere una short story e ho pensato che sarebbe stato carino condividerla con voi. Sentitevi liberi di darmi qualsiasi consiglio, idea, correzione. Posterò un nuovo pezzo di tanto in tanto nella categoria “Londoners” e troverete il numero dell’episodio nei prossimi post. Spero vi piaccia!


 

When Annemerel woke up, that Sunday morning, she didn’t feel good. To be honest, she didn’t even feel bad. However, she was not in the mood of going for a run. Her legs felt tired, her back was in total pain. Somehow she laced her running shoes and made her way out of the house.

The air was crispy, not freezing but cool enough to wake her up. There was a creamy haze which made everything look like a discreet fairytale, where in James’ imagination Annemerel was the princess. He had been looking at her every single morning, since he moved there, at the 351th of Euston Road, London W1. Annemerel was his neighbour, she was such a beautiful woman, so that James fell in love at first sight. However, she was into another relationship, so he never said anything to her. He only looked at her, every morning from his window, while she was trying to respect her strict exercise schedule. In his mind she was a secret agent, trying to get back in shape after a period of paper work. In reality she was just running away from something.

That scene repeated over and over during the winter, she going out, no matter what, he looking at her, no matter what. They were strangers, she was a Londoner, he was Canadian, nothing in common, nothing special. They were just ordinary people trying to lead an honest life, when everything began.

When Annemerel came back home, James heard a scream. He knew something was wrong in his neighbour’s house, but for a moment he wasn’t sure he could open her door and enter.


 

Quando Annemerel si svegliò quella domenica mattina, non si sentiva bene. Ad essere onesti, non si sentiva nemmeno male. Tuttavia, non aveva voglia di correre. Le sue gambe erano stanche, la schiena nel dolore più totale. In qualche modo si allacciò le scarpe da running e uscì di casa.

L’aria era frizzante, non gelida, ma fredda abbastanza perché ogni traccia di sonno l’abbandonasse. C’era una nebbiolina cremosa che faceva sembrare il tutto una discreta favola, dove, nell’immaginazione di James, Annemerel era una principessa. L’aveva osservata ogni singola mattina, da quando si era trasferito lì, al 351 di Euston Road, Londra. Annemerel era la sua vicina, era una donna così bella da averlo fatto innamorare a prima vita. Tuttavia, lei stava con un altro uomo, cosicché James non aveva mai avuto il coraggio di dirle nulla. Lui la osservava e basta, ogni mattina dalla sua finestra, mentre lei cercava di rispettare la severa routine di allenamento. Nell’immaginazione di lui, lei era un’agente segreto, che cercava di ritornare in forma dopo un periodo di lavoro d’ufficio. In realtà, lei stava solo fuggendo da qualcosa.

Quella scena si ripeté decine di volte durante l’inverno, lei che usciva, a qualsiasi costo, lui che la osservava, a qualsiasi costo. Erano sconosciuti, lei era una londinese, lui canadese, nulla in comune, nulla di speciale. Erano solo persone ordinarie che facevano il possibile per vivere una vita onesta, quando tutto cominciò.

Quando Annemerel ritornò a casa, James sentì un urlo. Sapeva che qualcosa di terribile stava accadendo a casa della sua vicina, ma per qualche istante fu indecisio sul da farsi.


Photo credit: http://gethdpic.com/city-wallpaper/london-winter-wallpaper.html
Photo credit: http://gethdpic.com/city-wallpaper/london-winter-wallpaper.html

How was it? Did you like it? Che ne pensate? Vi piace?

Have A Safe Journey! ♥

Love,
Camilla

 

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