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ARIANNA / story
Arianna lives in a small house next to the woods.
Together with her, her grandfather and sister share the days in the small house.
She has never had animals, although she would like to have a chinchilla and a small dog: a nice attentive and caring dog could also help her in her explorations in the trees. With blindness it is not easy!
He cannot see the world from birth. He does not know the colors; he has never seen the sun or looked at the stars. For her it's all black. The hanging clothes are black. The clouds are black. The water is black and even the coal is black but, for once, he is right.
The wool of the balls that she uses to be able to find her way home after going away is red.
Fasten the wire to the wall with a nail and it is ready to probe the world!
When he doesn't go out, she holed up in her warm shelter building birdhouses (pssss, don't tell her, but what she builds looks rather battered and is always lopsided). When he comes out, he does it to hang them up.
Our adventurer's kit consists of a cape, dark glasses, a backpack to carry her weird constructions and a faithful cartridge belt with balls of wool. As a support, a stick stretched forward to test her surroundings.
He knows the way by heart by now, even if that day there is something different. A week ago, in fact, most of the trees had been cut down. Now, there is no longer any point of reference and, Ariadne, inadvertently takes an unexplored path that leads to another area with new trees.
Together with her, her grandfather and sister share the days in the small house.
She has never had animals, although she would like to have a chinchilla and a small dog: a nice attentive and caring dog could also help her in her explorations in the trees. With blindness it is not easy!
He cannot see the world from birth. He does not know the colors; he has never seen the sun or looked at the stars. For her it's all black. The hanging clothes are black. The clouds are black. The water is black and even the coal is black but, for once, he is right.
The wool of the balls that she uses to be able to find her way home after going away is red.
Fasten the wire to the wall with a nail and it is ready to probe the world!
When he doesn't go out, she holed up in her warm shelter building birdhouses (pssss, don't tell her, but what she builds looks rather battered and is always lopsided). When he comes out, he does it to hang them up.
Our adventurer's kit consists of a cape, dark glasses, a backpack to carry her weird constructions and a faithful cartridge belt with balls of wool. As a support, a stick stretched forward to test her surroundings.
He knows the way by heart by now, even if that day there is something different. A week ago, in fact, most of the trees had been cut down. Now, there is no longer any point of reference and, Ariadne, inadvertently takes an unexplored path that leads to another area with new trees.
<Is there anything more magical than the sound of walking on dry leaves? > he wonders.
Every now and then he stops to fit a few houses here and there. Whistle to attract birds. It doesn't matter if she accidentally hangs them upside down or if the holes are tiny, what the bonus does. Probably, the birds will continue to ignore them.
She thinks so too when she realizes that the area is not populated.
She realizes it around one and, although she has often felt alone in life, at that moment she feels even more alone.
When it starts to lose its bearings, it's after two o'clock.
At three o'clock he frantically rewinds the thread between his fingers trying to figure out where it is.
At half past three, sitting on a rock, she reflects deeply.
At four o'clock it turns around the same mossy trees, immersed in a tangle of red thread.
At quarter past four he tries to unravel the problem.
At four seventeen minutes, he can't.
Around five o'clock - minute plus minute less - he stumbles upon a pile of fallen houses, too crooked to stay long on the branch and too unusual not to be rejected by the trees. If only he had had that dog!
Every now and then he stops to fit a few houses here and there. Whistle to attract birds. It doesn't matter if she accidentally hangs them upside down or if the holes are tiny, what the bonus does. Probably, the birds will continue to ignore them.
She thinks so too when she realizes that the area is not populated.
She realizes it around one and, although she has often felt alone in life, at that moment she feels even more alone.
When it starts to lose its bearings, it's after two o'clock.
At three o'clock he frantically rewinds the thread between his fingers trying to figure out where it is.
At half past three, sitting on a rock, she reflects deeply.
At four o'clock it turns around the same mossy trees, immersed in a tangle of red thread.
At quarter past four he tries to unravel the problem.
At four seventeen minutes, he can't.
Around five o'clock - minute plus minute less - he stumbles upon a pile of fallen houses, too crooked to stay long on the branch and too unusual not to be rejected by the trees. If only he had had that dog!
A false step. A sudden loss of balance. No foothold. Broken branches. A snap. Confusion. A swirling swirl of leaves. The cliff. A chilling rustle. The thread that is stretched. Another snap: his neck.
The calm after the storm: at six, silence. Just a faint chirp. The thud still echoes. Now the area is populated.
That same evening, the grandfather and sister do not see anyone coming home and go out to look for her.
Visibly worried, the elderly man tries to minimize to calm his daughter: <She will just be lost. Maybe he decided to go get a nice cake, it has already happened once!
Just follow the thread and we'll find it in no time.>
Both lost their sight in a bad accident some time ago, but bravely go deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods.
<Here, I hear a small group of houses here on the ground, it must not be far! The thread goes down, she probably fell asleep. Follow me darling!>.
If only all three of them had a dog.
The calm after the storm: at six, silence. Just a faint chirp. The thud still echoes. Now the area is populated.
That same evening, the grandfather and sister do not see anyone coming home and go out to look for her.
Visibly worried, the elderly man tries to minimize to calm his daughter: <She will just be lost. Maybe he decided to go get a nice cake, it has already happened once!
Just follow the thread and we'll find it in no time.>
Both lost their sight in a bad accident some time ago, but bravely go deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods.
<Here, I hear a small group of houses here on the ground, it must not be far! The thread goes down, she probably fell asleep. Follow me darling!>.
If only all three of them had a dog.
