I kept walking without a thought in my head. While my body was moving in increasing excitement as if foreboding the end of the journey, I felt like my secret story would lie dormant in my mind for centuries. It was getting colder and colder, I was getting more and more tired, when a castle surrounded by a rusty iron fence appeared in front of me. The gate was ajar. I crept into the yard. My heart was beating hard. I walked the long path in a lugubrious silence. I was about to ring the bell, when the door opened by itself.
excerpt from my monologue “Amma – monologue with the Sea”, work in progress
Diana Cozma 