Incipit and AI Images: “La pietra in tasca”

If I had turned around I wouldn’t have seen them, so I continued to climb against the wind, stubbornly, with my boots splashing dirt, sinking in and getting wet with damp peat. I could imagine their steps, their bodies cutting through the air, occupying a now empty space, their bodies that would never grow. Maria and Elisabeth: my dead sisters.

From “La pietra in tasca” by Patrizia Poli