Giovanni Manu

  • Giovanni Mannu

"I'll race you to the village”, Magda called, standing tall on her bike pedals. “Oh come on, Brujita! We’re too old for all this." Magda put some distance between herself and the others, but deep down, she knew it were true. The village gleaned into sight. The same tedious view every given day. Reluctantly, she slowed down to let the others catch up. Predictably, they all burst into laughter while turning into the village. Magda closed her eyes. ‘Brujita’, she despised that disparaging nickname. She took a deep breath but little by little, she could feel herself vanishing into thin air.

Seed by Giovanni Manu. Photograph by James P Blair.