Only when it rains

By Luca Tabanelli and inglese

In small ditches cars go astray, as do certain feelings.
Flank’s protagonist will find his past on sale. And halfway there are those who do not marry; for love.
In Luca Tabanelli’s stories almost nothing will happen, because soon you will realize that everything has already happened before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: lfapublisher
• Release date: Feb 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9788833432212

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Luca Tabanelli

ONLY WHEN IT RAINS

Luca Tabanelli

ONLY WHEN IT RAINS

Isbn 978-88-3343-221-2

First Edition February 2020

LFA Publisher

Lello Lucignano Editore

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Caivano -Napoli, Italy

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Printed distribution Libro Co. Italia -Firenze -

Small ditches

Alone, and white. The snow, which was still falling slowly, covered everything; the roofs of the houses, the green countryside around, the street, the clearing where I had just parked the car and the engine off.

The position was perfect. I looked around, I didn’t even see a soul around.

-With such a weather, who do you want to move – I thought.

I took the smartphone, set it to vibrate and I can comfortably fit it on the passenger seat.

I turned the radio off, I didn’t want distractions. Now I was totally focused and all in perfect silence. Nothing would have escaped me, no details, no movement, no noise.

I lit a cigarette, lowered the window a minimum stood on my side, I looked at it for a moment to see the smoke had managed to get out, and I set my eyes on the door of Leli’s apartment.

She had left me and in doing so I thought maybe I would find a valid reason, or at least to be able to discover a reason, for to be able to say to her: -Look, it’s not just me who always ruin everything!-

I was here on the outskirt of this little town. In this street always passing a few machines: -Imagine today.-

Each apartment had independent entrance and shared parking spaces in the forecourt of the complex. Leli’s car was parked in her usual place. I had kept my distance, enough to not show me in case she left.

I imagine her in every room. On the sofa to watch a movie, in the bathroom in front of the mirror to think… who knows what. Wonder who.

Thoughts that lead to nothing. Just pictures.

I didn’t want to lose her. I loved having sex with her, I went crazy about some of her particulars and I couldn’t find a good reason at the why she decided to close, to forget everything like that, how if nothing had been. But soon after I also thought of all my messes, my bullshit sais, to my empties, her, the misunderstanding of some of our behaviors, and why she decided to make such a clear decision, they found more answers for every question. I was thinking about this thing, and the day she said to me: - If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work-.

But now it wasn’t important.

Everything was rolling down and it looked like it had to stop only at the end of the crash. Which I was looking for. I think.

For a while nothing moved, and often I didn’t understand if the time was passing fast or hopelessly slow.

I kept my gaze fixed on the door. With the white all around and the snow that kept falling, sometimes to focus the view, I had to close my eyes tight for a moment and grain them an instant later.

As I was lighting another cigarette, I hear the noise of a car nearby, I looked away without moving my head; came towards me, slow, I clearly hear the white crushed under the wheels. I looked who could be and a little before he passed by my side, I took my smartphone in the hand and pretended to converse. I certainly didn’t want to look like a maniac, an ill-intentioned, or something like that.

-With the people around, you never know who they call the police-.

As soon passed the car I took the phone on the seat, on its place. I moved the view to fixed a point for a few second randomly in white, a bitter smile formed on my lips, I slowly shook my head.

-What am I doing?-

But I already lost so much time, my eyes came back to focused on the door.

Minutes passed, with no movement expected.

-You’re at home or not?- I repeat to myself.

Maybe, soon, it would start to fall black.

I became one with silence, with white, and this almost started, somehow, not to mind. In that moment I thought to Stefano. We always go out together, we now all of us and of course I told him this too. He would describe it like a romantic situation an at the end he said that I’m the proof that love exists.

Of course if Leli saw me here out there, I don’t think she was of the same opinion.

At that moment turned another machines to the end of the crossroads, not far from my street, but it didn’t come towards me, slowed down for enter into the parking of the apartments, stopped in front of the closed bar waiting for it open. It opens. Don’t look like a car of the usual condominiums, I don’t recognize it. It enter slowly occupying the first free parking, by standing still for a minute there, with the engine running.

-Here we are-.

I was looking for the best view to focus, I stretched my back forward, my heart was beating like a drum. It was what I was waiting for, but I still couldn’t define who or what was going on in that damned car.

-But why I didn’t bring those useless binoculars that they gave me years ago? Damn!-

He turned off the engine and headlights.

I was super stopped and focused. The driver’s door opened, a tall boy go out, with a little bit of beard, he seemed like a nice guy