For the Good Times


By Marcelo Medone


They came back to the coast to contemplate their honeymoon hotel. A visit full of touching and vivid memories.

Time has been merciless with the old building, long abandoned. The persistent salty drizzle had washed away the white and light blue paint and eroded the entire structure. The once manicured front garden was now a tangle of bushes and weeds.

"It was more beautiful when we were young newlyweds," Oscar said.

"Those were good times," Amanda mused.

They hugged without caring about the icy wind that blew from the sea and swept the sand off the beach.

Only the murmur of the waves and the cries of seagulls celebrated the hundredth anniversary of the ghostly lovers.





BRIEF BIO

Marcelo Medone (1961, Buenos Aires, Argentina) is a fiction writer, poet, essayist, playwright and screenwriter. His work received numerous awards and was published in multiple languages in more than 50 countries, including the UK.

He was awarded the First Prize in the 2021 international contest by the American Academy of the Spanish Language with his surreal short story “La súbita impuntualidad del hombre del saco a rayas llamado Waldemar” (“The Sudden Unpunctuality of the Man in the Striped Jacket Named Waldemar”).

His flash fiction story “Last Train to Nowhere Town” was nominated for the 2021 Pushcart Prize.

 


 


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