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THE LAST RIDE
The Last Ride is the title of my story for the Bisarca 2024 competition organised by Il Perdilibri.
I have already told you about the Bisarca competition in past editions: but I quote directly: what do you win? The satisfaction of participation and eventual victory.
I would therefore like to take this opportunity to thank Il Perdilibri for hosting The Last Ride.
Habit is regarded as addiction, but asking questions is also a habit.
Eleonora, however, is not in the habit of doubting her schedule, starting with the alarm clock: for which there are three repetitions before getting up, every day, regardless of tiredness, weather, hunger, or stress level.
After that everything is calculated, including the delay, a luxury offered to her by an anonymous traveller.
A group sub-habit is created among the usual commuters: a kind of unwritten code according to which, occasional invaders aside, seats are occupied according to a kind of hierarchy acquired over time.
Eleonora remembers the day when the man with whom she shares the seat beckoned to her: ‘as of today the seat is free’ were the only words other than good morning and good day, which they exchanged over a period of what may be a thousand days now.
Eleonora arrives at six forty-three minutes, sure to find the seat reserved by her travelling companion, who, as always, rests his briefcase on the window side until she reaches him.
All she knows about him is that he travels daily to Milan, that he perpetually listens to something on his earphones, that he prefers classic, good-quality clothes in shades of grey, and that he uses a perfume with Vetiver as the base note.
Every morning they exchange a single good morning each, Eleonora sits down, takes the book out of her bag and starts reading. In these thousand days she will have read a hundred books, all in strict silence until she arrives at Porta Garibaldi, when her travelling companion wishes her a good day before gettinf off, leaving her for her ritual minutes during which she waits for the crowd to thin out.
If you want, you can find the rest here.
But first tell me: what would be the last ride for you?
There are many examples: books, movies, on a personal level though, does your first instinct lead you to think of last in a positive or negative way?
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