After she wiped off the spots from the kitchen wall tiles, scraped the stains from the counter, vacuumed the breadcrumbs from the floor, extracted the bone from underneath the sofa, loaded the washing machine, collected the poop from the patio, added more items to the shopping list, fed the puppy, to whom she then gave a plastic bottle to chew to keep busy—never mind the noise, nobody is home listening—she licked her favourite candy in ecstasy until interrupted by a notification that her writing piece was rejected, and then by the dog who needed to be walked.
Magda Phili lives in a foggy Italian town surrounded by green with her expat family and German shepherd. She works as a translator.