I Turisti

Weekly Writing Challenge: (A picture is worth 1,000 words):
couple-embrace-WWC

The walk to the plaza was long and uphill. If he had the money to waste, Anton would take the trolley instead of the tiered cobblestone sidewalk. At least on burning hot and humid days – like today.

The alleyway was shabby in daylight. The tall buildings lining the strada were worn and dirty from decades of weather and graffiti.  Automobiles, motorbikes, and bicycles were forbidden here.  Technically,  Salire in Cima, Climb to the top, was not a street.  Just trolley tracks and cobblestone steps flanking them.

A pretty girl in a flowered summer dress caught his eye. She walked down the steps from the top of the plaza.  As he watched,  the trolley screeched to a stop behind him, and chatting passengers began to exit.

Suddenly, the girl was standing directly in front of  him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.  He felt her breath on his neck and her rapid heartbeat against his chest.  What the Hell? Did he know her?

“Please,” she whispered. “My ex-boyfriend just got off the trolley and I don’t want him to see me!”

Anton put his arms around her, going along with her ruse, even though he had his suspicions.  Things like this didn’t happen to him. Ever.

“Sei un ladro?” he whispered in reply. He asked her if she was a pickpocket.

“Cosa?”  She replied in Italian “What?”

“My apartment is nearby – you could hide there,” he said softly, in English, while his fingers played with her hair.

So, Italian was not her native language. She pronounced words correctly enough, but her grammar made a mess of them. Normally this would irritate him, but this was not an ordinary day. Not at all.

Paper vs. Electronics

Isn’t technology great?  People love having a whole library of books available to them, that they can read at whatever font size they want to and still have text clarity. The newer e-book readers (Nook, Kindle,…) will allow wireless access to the Internet, so you can play Words With Friends and stuff.  I would love to have one.

However…

I’m sticking with paperbacks because:

  • I do not need another thing to carry in my purse (or put in a plastic bin at the airport).
  • Batteries never run low in paperbacks. No matter how long it takes you to read them.
  • Paperbacks aren’t ruined when you drop them or run over them with your car.
  • Paperbacks can dry out and be readable after getting dunked in water.
  • You do not have to have internet access to buy a paperback.
  • You can buy a paperback at your local grocery store for $2.99,  instead of paying  $199.99 for an iSomething.
  • It’s legal to pass around a paperback with your friends.

Note: This does not mean that I would refuse a Kindle Fire, should I get one for my birthday  🙂

WWC: Observing the Details

Author’s note: I found this challenge extremely hard, so that means I need to work on this skill. I depend too much on dialog and characters thinking about everything to convey surroundings. I always discover how I can improve my writing when I take on a weekly writing “assignment”

Thanks Daily Post Writing Challenge !

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Lacy looked around the small office while waiting for coach “Coup” Cooper, to wrap up a phone call.  “Have a seat, I’ll just be a second” he whispered, gesturing to the handset. He moved his free hand with an opening and closing motion. That was ten minutes ago.

She wondered which seat he referred to. There were two chairs in the room, a swivel one with a warped back that coach occupied, and the other was piled high with magazines and newspapers. A half-eaten meatball sandwich sat on top of the leaning tower of paper, looking (and smelling) like exploded pizza.

The front wall of the office, including the door, was glass. The room stayed dark regardless of light shining from the gym beyond.  “This is Rocky’s gym”, Lacy thought. She almost expected to see him at the punching bag, or in the roped off platform ring. This gym was not a popular franchised business. There were no aerobic or Jazzercise classes offered here.

The non-glass walls had faux dark-walnut paneling that mocked the laws of physics by sucking up all available light.  A gray metal bookshelf  facing Coup’s desk, held boxing and body-building related paperbacks and VHS tapes. The four shelves were beyond dinged, and not aligned with each other. A dusty VHS player waiting on the bottom shelf for someone to use it. On the end of the 3rd shelf,  sat a lovely ceramic pot, with long-dead flowers – it was the finishing touch that made the room totally depressing.

By the time Coup hung up the phone, Lacy had mentally reorganized the room and was anxious to start working on it.  If she got the job, that is.