EVERY DAY IS A SHORT STORY:
                                                                     the red docs   
 
 
¬†¬†¬†Today, it felt like autumn. So I sat out a bit, with my red doc’s. The way I used to at out door cafes in Europe.¬† Thinking maybe I might see or hear something worth reporting. That might make other folks smile.¬†¬†¬†¬†The RED DOC”S were carried back from Florence to Milano¬†on the train, with two bags of cameras& one of clothing. I reserved a seat but, alas the Italian’s don’t really put the cars in numerical order. My seat being in 14, it made sense to me¬†get on 12 and walk two cars back. Which was eight. I was wrong.¬†¬†So I walked to 14, which was the first. Carrying all this stuff, depending on the kindness of strangers to teach me the appropriate curses in Italian.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†Had coffee in a small brown soft plastic cup and a baloney and mayo sandwich. And watched the changing season.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†Enjoying both.¬†¬†¬†¬† and Maria,who smiled at me with both¬†my bags and the mess I was making¬†with the mayo.¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Maria helped me with the word: “Stronzo¬†” but she also told me I could simply say “Son of a Bitch” … and everyone would understand me.¬†¬†
 
 
 
 
 
 
¬† So …¬†the needs of my emergency met …
                 I told Maria of Autumn in Pennsylvania.
  And how my cats walked through the yellow grass in Bucks County.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I’d been away for some weeks.
 
 
 
 
 
 
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†And then I came home.¬†Still wonder about Maria, who¬†I think about every¬†autumn when¬†I put on my red shoes.¬†¬†Wishing her well and saying “stronzo son of a bitch” to the leaves who seem to always run away when needed most.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†I guess from the¬†election.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬© H. Scott Heist 08¬†¬†H. Scott Heist
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Suzanne Crilley
I particularly like the laces in the red docs – a delightful story and a great way to learn Italian.