366 Days of Writing · Original Posts · Short Stories · Violetta's Story

Day 124: Longevity

Violetta’s family had a long history. Yes, they were immigrants. Yes, they were Italian. Yes, those two things combined to make the family’s history long, rich, and sacred, passed down from generation to generation. But that was only part of the story. The rest of the story was that almost everyone in Violetta’s family lived… Continue reading Day 124: Longevity

366 Days of Writing · Original Posts · Violetta's Story

Day 117: Violetta

Violetta. Purple, it meant. Some of her more tried and true American friends, those whose families had been Americans for generations, laughed a little about it sometimes. “So fancy, so Italian,” they teased. “Why not just Violet?” Violetta always smiled with them, for she knew they meant well. It wasn’t as odd as other names,… Continue reading Day 117: Violetta

366 Days of Writing · Original Posts · Short Stories · Violetta's Story

Day 96: Dancing

New Year’s, once again, and Violetta and Agnes were ready. Food, music, drinks- Gaetano and Giana had helped them supply all. “Champagne! You must have champagne, of course,” her mother had said, as Violetta was mixing antipasto and Agnes was baking hors d’oeuvres. She bustled to the icebox for alcohol, while Violetta’s father disappeared to… Continue reading Day 96: Dancing

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Day 82: Matriarchs Meet

Violetta answered the phone cheerfully, anticipating a pleasant conversation with her enthusiastic niece. Her niece was effervescent, certainly, ┬ábut she was visiting other members of the family Violetta hadn’t seen or spoken to in years. “Do you want to say hello? I’ll pass you around,” her niece suggested. “I’d like to say hello,” Violetta decided.… Continue reading Day 82: Matriarchs Meet

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Day 33: Statuesque, Pt 2

Here’s Part 1, if you need a refresher! The day of the visit dawned brightly. Adrianna was practically bursting with excitement, Agnes was quietly delighted, and even Violetta was secretly thrilled and proud of her father. Liberty Island appeared out of the fog as they stood huddled together on the deck of the ferry. Violetta… Continue reading Day 33: Statuesque, Pt 2