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I have 63 stories published in 4 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 56237 times and 11 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Chapter 13 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story

By macserp on Tue, 24 Oct 2006

I begin to call out to the Signora but I stop because I don't have the word yet and I don't want to sit there and pantomime. Instead, I tear the newspaper into strips and reach over to moisten them in the sink. The papier mache is soft and cool and I am pleased with my solution. Back in my room I catch a look at myself in the bureau mirror and sure enough there is newsprint smeared all over my ass. It is better than shit I suppose. Merde, there's a word I know. It is written everywhere on the walls as graffiti.
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Chapters 11/12 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story

By macserp on Fri, 20 Oct 2006

She moved off and sat down on a bench on the right bank and called her man. It was late, much later than she had originally told him. He would be suspicious, she expected as much. She also told me that she was determined to lie to him. But, determination aside, she had been dreading this call most of the evening. And now that we have crossed the river together, that was something, she said, that could not be undone.
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Chapter 10 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story

By macserp on Mon, 16 Oct 2006

I looked at her sitting there, drawing a glow from the water, her arms crossed on her knees. A smile spread under the moons of her eyes as she listened to the river. This was her crease of sunlight. The memories of a child queen kayaking through Rome. Down here she didn't have to crawl. That is why she brought me here, to show me her act on the balance beam.
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Chapter 9 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story

By macserp on Tue, 10 Oct 2006

She carried on all the way up the boulevard and then back down and she made no mention of the fact that she can't afford a single stick of it because there was nothing to spare. I went along with her and made promises that we would come back when they were open even though I sensed that she would never allow it.
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Chapter 8 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story

By macserp on Tue, 10 Oct 2006

I might have seen it coming - the hours at that cafe looking out over Cavour at all the forking traffic; turning over my shoulder to watch those steps and that stretch of cobbled street between the sunken buildings and her metro stop. But how could I have known that weeks and months later I'd position myself, elbows up on the overlooking wall, so that I might see her pass, knowing her work schedule, meanwhile pretending to travel and enjoy myself on a trip that never really took place?
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