One Day in the Village

 

There was gentle guitar music coming from one of the villas.  The aroma of fresh bread drifted along the cobblestones. An old bicycle, exhausted from a journey, rested against the tailor’s front window, where a dusty fedora perched a little tilted upon some foreign-looking mannequin.

        A cat, belonging to no one in particular lay in the center of the street, as if daring someone to pass her way, her tail flicking, almost keeping time with the guitar.

 

 

        Little did anyone know that if Giovanni's keys had not fallen from his pocket on that day, he – upon his Vespa, would have driven over the cat’s tail, causing the cat to yell, which would have startled the old woman just leaving the bakery, who would have dropped her baguette, which would have rolled downhill to the sidewalk café.  There, a tourist, we’ll call Betty, would have picked it up and thinking it was her lucky day, taken a bite, whereupon a tiny bit of gravel would have dislodged her filling, resulting in enough discomfort that Betty immediately began searching for a dentist.  However, not being able to read Italian or speak it she just kept walking, right out of this story and into some other story already in progress.

 

        To this day we still don’t know what became of her.

 

 

 

The End