Lukas looked at the sunrise as he disembarked the plane in Milan, feeling inspiration. He stuck a rose in his shirt pocket and upon entering the building, saw a woman wearing black ankle boots and a black dress with a rose sticking out. “Ciao Antonia, come stai?” he greeted her as he grabbed his luggage.
“Bene, grazie!” she replied.
At the main road, Lukas said “I’m glad to be out of that toxic environment; and, like the sunrise, start a new chapter.”
Antonia replied, “Allora, andiamo!”, then shifted gears, lifted her foot of the clutch, and floored the gas pedal.
This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, started by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields ; photo provided by Rich Voza .
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Sounds like he’s in for an interesting time. Fun story.
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Love it.
(But no need to mention the city – it needn’t be Italy – the charm is the exoticism of the Italian woman.)
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Sounds like an exciting start together. Well done!
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Thank you. That is a very beautiful take on the story(actually close to my own take).
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Interesting, is Lukas in danger
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No, but interesting thought that he would be! (Tried to make it ambiguous.)
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Dear Kevin,
It looks like things are about to accelerate. (Yeah, I had to say it. 😉 )You left me wondering where this is headed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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“You had me wondering where this was headed.”
Tried to make it open to interpretation.
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