Gone (by Ryan Licata)
Were you there the day the sun got lost? She asked him. He said he wasn’t, hesitating because he didn’t really know if he was telling the truth. She might well have asked him if he’d been there the day the Berlin Wall came down or the day the music died? For all he knew he was and he wasn’t. She herself didn’t seem to remember if she was or wasn’t there but just to prove that she was definitely there she went on to describe how the sun that day was there and then, just like that, it wasn’t.
Il ragazzo con lo zaino a razzo (di Andrea Campanella), parte 1/2
Il ragazzo con lo zaino a razzo buca la nuvola e saluta i viaggiatori dell’aerostato.
Scende in picchiata e punta sulla piazza principale. Molta gente passeggia nervosamente. C’è il chiosco di un uomo di mezza età, che prepara dell’ottima torta di verdura. Si chiama Peppe Dorigo. “Simone!” chiama la ragazzina appena uscita da scuola. “Francy” risponde il ragazzino con lo zaino a propulsione. Si abbracciano, mentre in piazza arrivano le forze della milizia. “Sgomberare prego, tra poco arriva la manifestazione e ci sarà da divertirsi” dice il capo milizia agitando il bastone di acciaio.
Notes
Unfortunately time is a bit scarce right now, so I couldn’t work on the first illustration as much as I would have liked to… Nonetheless I like the idea, it could be even a great starting point for something else… Andrea did not follow the one hundred words rule, but I decided to take the story anyway and just split into two pieces. Just regard this as a hundred word episodic story 
I like the english one, even not finalized.
And sometimes I really wish I could understand better italian. As when I was a kid, I nevertheless can enjoy the pictures …