Vincenzo Petrucci

Here you will find everything I write. From technical articles to short stories.

If I thought it was worth publishing, you'll find it below.
Sometimes in Italian and sometimes in English, I have no rule.

Voices

This is not a story. This is the tumultuous conversation that Pina, a nice lady with a mouse-grey skirt and a bright red wool sweater – one of those that gives you an itch.. – had to endure the day she decided to visit her daughter, while waiting for the green light at the crosswalk.1: "No way, I told you I saw it at 200 €" 2: "But where? At Trony, Euronics?" 1: "Yeah...

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Sister Moon

"You know what? Let's go to the beach. You and me, without telling anyone" "To do what?" "To watch the moon, right? What difference does it make anyway?" "And your parents? What will they think? We just leave like that?" "They'll understand Shimizu, they'll understand"They took Koichi's mother's compact car. They...

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The Straight Road

"Always go straight, worst case you'll get lost." He saw him turn around, smiling, right after giving him this useless information; his rotten mouth, the same rot that surrounded him, in that gas station forgotten by God. He held the pump nozzle firmly in the tank opening with his right hand, while supporting himself with his left hand on his compact car. He looked at his shoes,...

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In Flight

Only a madman would have wanted to get a pilot's license with seventy years around the corner. Yet, Mr. Fabio, having reached the fateful milestone of retirement, thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to chase that dream, put away in a drawer when he was just eight years old.It took several months and all the patience and commitment that Mr. Fabio had; but what satisfaction those first...

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Just a Santa

The line moved slowly.Rot looked with greed at the completely deserted streets: he wished he wasn't there.He gained ground little by little, playing with the clutch and accelerator, stuck between whoever preceded him and whoever, behind him, was even more exasperated. Life, on that avenue leading to the cities of the Angels and the Silvans, expressed itself only in a long snake of waiting...

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