This is one of the first short stories that I wrote back in 1997. 10 years later I would publish it on my now defunct but still accessible ‘Short Story’ blog: La Racontrice. When I read it, I think of the writer I was then and the writer that…

This is a work of fiction.
On the day of Bono’s visit everything went seamlessly well. He and his entourage entered the warehouse with minimal fanfare and as he toured the facility the building was abuzz with his presence. All the security guards were acutely attentive at their duty posts….

I had not paid much attention to a disheveled man who had boarded the bus at about the same time with us. He spoke slowly but articulately in clear tones, describing himself as an insurance loss adjuster in a previous life. According to him, things had started to go…