The Girl From Dharamshala

March 31, 2017

In the fog, her eyes were black as night, as a ravens wing, glimmering like gemstones. Wandering the gothic church, McCleod’s grave stood before us. Its obelisk, grey, moss-laden, aged, rose into the fog to hide with the trees. She walked behind it, seeming, for a moment, to disappear into the grey woods. Time was still, silent. All was cold. She touched my hand and said, I’ve always wanted to return to my father.

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  • Reply Diana Domingues April 1, 2017 at 1:06 am

    Kyle …when were you in Torre de Nolfi? My mother was also born there….her maiden name is Ventresca…. Isn’t it a spectacular region. Sebastiano Ventresca is a well known regional writer who lives in Aquila but was also born in this village.

    • Reply Kyle April 4, 2017 at 11:08 pm

      Maybe we are related! :). I was there about a 9 months ago. My Italian family is from there. In the cemetery where my family is buried, there are many many many graves with the name Ventresca.

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