Post by account_disabled on Dec 30, 2023 1:23:29 GMT -5
It was October 2016 – not even that far away – when the anthology Buck and the Earthquake: Four-legged Tales was born , born from an idea by Serena Bianca De Matteis and self-published on Amazon. All proceeds from the book are donated to the Italian Red Cross, for the benefit of the populations of Amatrice and Accumoli. Cat storiesWhen the announcement came out, in August, I was on a bucolic retreat and I didn't find out about it until September, when it was too late to participate. This year, however, Serena has doubled and in January she launched the call for a second anthology, Stories of cats: New four-legged stories , whose sales are always donated to the CRI for the populations affected by the earthquake. This year, therefore, I managed to participate and my story was selected. These are short stories, with a maximum length of 1200 words.
The themes were: cats as protagonists or co-protagonists possibly choosing nature, earthquake, history and traditions of the affected countries, small gestures of great courage an essential requirement is the presence in history of a message of hope and/or solidarity and/or love in all its forms I therefore decided to include all 3 themes and wrote a story with a cat as a co-protagonist, also Special Data including the earthquake and a message of hope. Unfortunately, "cynicism, acidity and the evil of living" were banned, which I instead like to include in my stories (because I am cynical and acid), but I adapted without problems because in a collection like this everything is needed except what more evil and more negativity. Cats have always been part of my life, since I was a child. At the beginning of 2016, the cat who had been with us for almost 19 years passed away. But the following August another cat arrived, found abandoned, malnourished and blind near the house in the countryside.
Tom Thumb How could I not participate in this collection? Incipit of my story “After” He was in bed and from the half-open bedroom door he saw his father leave the house. In the domestic dim light the figure of the parent stood out for a moment in the bright segment of the newly opened door, a bundle in hand, and disappeared. An empty feeling in his stomach came over him when in the small package he recognized the kitten that a few days earlier they had found shivering with cold and emaciated under their car. – Can we keep him, dad? – He had asked, while his father bent down to collect that mass of fluff and bones. He was dirty and with bleary eyes he had looked at the two human beings in fear. However, a few caresses were enough to convince him that there was no danger and a hoarse purr had returned the gesture of affection. – Who knows what mom will say? – Come on, dad! If we don't catch him, he dies! – Okay, – the man agreed – but we have to convince mother, and it won't be easy.
The themes were: cats as protagonists or co-protagonists possibly choosing nature, earthquake, history and traditions of the affected countries, small gestures of great courage an essential requirement is the presence in history of a message of hope and/or solidarity and/or love in all its forms I therefore decided to include all 3 themes and wrote a story with a cat as a co-protagonist, also Special Data including the earthquake and a message of hope. Unfortunately, "cynicism, acidity and the evil of living" were banned, which I instead like to include in my stories (because I am cynical and acid), but I adapted without problems because in a collection like this everything is needed except what more evil and more negativity. Cats have always been part of my life, since I was a child. At the beginning of 2016, the cat who had been with us for almost 19 years passed away. But the following August another cat arrived, found abandoned, malnourished and blind near the house in the countryside.
Tom Thumb How could I not participate in this collection? Incipit of my story “After” He was in bed and from the half-open bedroom door he saw his father leave the house. In the domestic dim light the figure of the parent stood out for a moment in the bright segment of the newly opened door, a bundle in hand, and disappeared. An empty feeling in his stomach came over him when in the small package he recognized the kitten that a few days earlier they had found shivering with cold and emaciated under their car. – Can we keep him, dad? – He had asked, while his father bent down to collect that mass of fluff and bones. He was dirty and with bleary eyes he had looked at the two human beings in fear. However, a few caresses were enough to convince him that there was no danger and a hoarse purr had returned the gesture of affection. – Who knows what mom will say? – Come on, dad! If we don't catch him, he dies! – Okay, – the man agreed – but we have to convince mother, and it won't be easy.