Fifty

I hadn’t attended the LDS church since I’d arrived in Italy. I’d just been feeding myself, savoring the abundant beauty and attempting not to be abducted. Strangely the stalker incident hadn’t made me hunger for faith any more than usual. The mental space I’d acquired was sweet salvation. I did actually attend a full church…

Forty Nine

The air was ripe with the sugary smell of cappuccino as the Japanese girls posed for their impromptu portraits. We were secreted away at a late night Italian café in the glowing city of Florence. My friend and I had connected with these girls here the way travelers do. We began swapping stories and discovering…

Forty Eight

I had been touring some of the grandest cathedrals in Italy but at the moment, I was standing inside a small obscure chapel in Florence. It was rather unimpressive compared to some of the gaudy monstrosities that we’d encountered thus far. Most people would never have even known it was there. I had come to…

Forty Seven

I awoke in the Albergo Guerrato Venezia to sunshine streaming through the shutters. A steady timber of sound drifted in with the sun. I slid out of bed, recoiling as my feet hit the frigid, marble floor. Summoning my will, I took a deep breath and sprinted to the bathroom where I leapt onto a…

Forty Six

You’d look better in a couple of coconuts,” Tavita smirked, eyeing me wickedly. “Shut up, you perv.” Kesa pushed him out of the way and draped an enormous shell necklace across my collarbone. I had been waiting for her to change out of her costume after finishing her shift at the PCC when she decided to…