He opened the balcony door and took a deep breath. Without a second thought he took off and jumped. However, her dress got caught in one of the branches of the linden tree that bordered the balcony. Shaking her legs and arms nervously and forcefully, she tried to free herself from the branch, but it was too late.

People gathered. She was overcome with anxiety, shaking with nerves that she had not succeeded. “What on earth?” “I can’t even carry out a preemptive suicide?”, he asked himself.

You don’t get a second chance to make a first impression. With her first appearance in literature, with the collection of short stories “Not even a preemptive suicide” (FERENIKI publications) h Melina Petropoulou he chooses the short form, the short stories. Her stories are simple, but capable of perplexing even the most demanding reader. Its subject matter is noir, small everyday suicides. Her style is sarcastic, bordering on irony.

Her heroes are ordinary people, next door. His life was a mistake. Their hopes turned out to be false. As in Kiki Dimoula’s verse, their destiny is like a “long tiring journey”. They do not know whether they are going or whether they are coming. What is certain is that the author is here to stay.