-----I am away on a trip. I'm speaking Italian while everyone around me speaks French. I am readying to return home but have to pack. I can only bring one suitcase, a backpack and a canvas bag. My room is cluttered with clothes and books and trinkets. There are shelves covered with books and trinkets. I don't know how I can possibly fit it all and return home. I poke through the shelves and begin making fresh new "give-away" piles. The bigger books cannot come with me. I do find an audio Shakespeare though and feel that I cannot part with it---it is Shakespeare's voice on the cassette, apparently. The pile is growing higher and I begin to fill my suitcase and backpack. Still there is not enough room.
I take a coffee break and stand in line with young women speaking French. I'm annoyed, not only because I have no idea what anyone is saying, but the woman in front of me is making eyes at a dark-haired stranger and I think he's Italian---a possible comrade. I make my purchase and disappear.
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I think you should freewrite with this one. Has intrigue and the makings of an interesting poem or story. :)
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