Early August! Already a week gone, and I’m feeling so much more settled now. I’m even back into a routine of writing and work. Too much work, though, with all the moving paperwork I’ve been putting off: secondary address changes for less important communications are still a big pile of papers—but on my desk beside me!
Today is my #writephoto flash fiction. Sue Vincent runs this one each week, and I plan to do a few each month, if it doesn’t overload the old brain box. This one, fantasy, pretty much streamed into my head. Then I stopped trying to think of something else, and just wrote it down. It’s just under 200 words.
Early August in Italy
She gazes at the lake, taking in the surrounding hills, the island as it emerges from the water, and absorbing light and shadows of the morning light.
What to do today?
A stroll down the hill to that little cafe, to sit outside with an espresso and biscotti. But that isn’t be enough, if she is to spend the whole day exploring. She decides on capuccino and cornetto instead.
Next, take one of the waterbuses around the lake. She has the timetable on her phone app, but maybe just turn up and take the next, wherever it goes. Yes, that is the right thing to do.
Sit near the front, but not right at the front, as the mountain breezes have still a hint of snow from the peaks.
Then a light lunch, maybe salad or panini, and more exploring. The villas she saw on Monty’s Italian Gardens are near here, somewhere. Dinner at a trattoria, thank goodness Italy is kind to vegetarians these days.
Yes, that will be lovely. Three days, or a week? She closes the travel website and gets back to work.
© J M Pett 2020
Yes, I’d love a holiday in the Italian Lakes!