An Almost Lucky Day: The four seasons of yellow.

By Cristina Origone

What happened to the new tenant on the top floor? Why is Mario accused of his disappearance?
Mario is an elderly concierge with no ambition other than taking care of the condominium where he works. He has always carried out his duties with pride but, since he is aware that he will soon retire, he feels a sense of depression and a lack of energy that makes him neglect his work and himself, causing the irritation of Abigaille a rich and elderly lady of the condominium. A female mannequin, found in the garbage, and a large win will shake his life; but just when he realizes that he can still be happy, instead of finding himself in some exotic place enjoying the money, he finds himself in the carabinieri barracks accused of a crime he swears he did not commit.
What happened to the new tenant on the top floor? Why is Mario accused of his disappearance?
"An almost lucky day" is the story of a man who, at the same moment in which fate gives a dream, will have to deal with the blindfolded Goddess.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Jul 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781071573990

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An almost lucky day

Cristina Origone

Destiny is cruel and men are miserable. (Arthur Schopenhauer)

Thursday

I'm afraid, Signor Bruzzone, said Marshal Gianelli, that you won't be able to leave until you tell me what happened.

Mario stared at him without replying. He noticed that his hair was matted and he was holding an odious anti-stress ball in one hand. He peered into his bulging eyes, resembling two hard-boiled eggs, and listened to the hiss of the wind that pierced through the cracks in the window.

He was cautious. He still couldn't believe what was happening.

He looked around. He had been in the carabinieri barracks for more than an hour because of that old woman.

That situation was somewhat ridiculous. He smiled, holding back a laugh.

Do you enjoy being here? Don't you want to add anything else?

Mario turned around. I already told you: I have nothing to do with it.

Mrs. Traverso claims the opposite.

Mario blurted out: «You lie! That old witch does nothing but spy on me. " He bit his tongue. He had to be careful what he said.

The marshal rubbed his temple and addressed him in a friendly tone: «Listen, Mario, I want to be honest with you: we found some objects in your apartment that belonged to Miss Lorraine. You yourself admitted that you spoke to Miss Traverso. "

And that's it, I talked to her and told her why I was there.

And doesn't that mean to me too how things went?

Mario crossed his arms. He was tired of repeating the same things for the umpteenth time but he would have done it, because he couldn't wait to get out of that place.

Two days before

The stench that comes from his apartment is unbearable, was written in the recall letter that the administrator had sent Mario to the concierge that morning.

The man took a black garbage bag and began to empty the closets. Mothballs were an excellent remedy for moths, his mother had taught him.

He gave a cough. Maybe this time he had gone too far.

He thought about his ex-wife. She too hated mothballs. The memory of that loving woman with whom he had lived for fifteen years caused him a pang of pain. Although more than ten years had passed, it was an open wound that would never heal. He had loved Carla, and if she had turned a blind eye to his betrayal, Mario would never have divorced. But his wife, when she discovered him, was furious and left him, taking her son Federico with her.

He folded the clothes with little care and put them in the bag.

Because of the old woman who lived on the first floor, she had to take all the clothes to dry clean to the laundry. Not that he had many, but he couldn't do it himself and it would cost him a lot of