Good Thursday afternoon, my peeps! I haven’t played in a while but when I saw this photo and knew I would this week. Crispina is most generous in her rules and regulations and to find out just what she expects of those of us who participate, just click here. You’ll see, just about the only thing she stresses is not more than 150 words, which I, phew! did not surpass.
Diana and Anne sat on the wall beside the river, under the bridge, and watched the slow flow of the river. Anne was regaling Diana with her stories filled with imagination.
“Let’s pretend we are in Florence, or, like they say in Italy, Firenze! We are walking along the Arno River and come upon the Ponte Vecchio. Isn’t it just the most romantic thing, Diana?”
Diana could only nod her head, unable to add a thing.
“You’d have your beau and I’d have mine—”
“Bite your tongue, Diana! He’s vile and I’ll have nothing to do with him!” Anne’s eyes flashed.
“You doth protest too much, my friend. But please, do continue with your story.”
“Hmph! As I was saying, you have your beau and I have,” she looked at Diana with warning, “mine. We would secure our love forever with padlocks.”
“What a silly thing to do!”
Word count: 150
The above picture is the central part of one of the bridges crossing the Arno, and the one that inspired my little visit with Anne of Green Gables. (Don’t ask, it’s a mystery what goes on up in my noggin, at times. For those unfamiliar, Diana is Anne’s best and bosom friend and kindred spirit.) The story went in a whole ‘nother direction than planned. As can happen, right?
Below are two pictures of the real Ponte Vecchio I took during my dream trip in 2016 and I cannot believe I have NONE with all the locks! There were so many people in front of it, I thought I’d pass by later but guess I didn’t. Oh well. Thought you’d enjoy nevertheless.