
Gelato
July 8, 2014The whole world had gone blurry, leaving only the two of them in focus, standing there in the Florence square. He stared at their guidebook, as if to will the pages to explain to them where they’d taken a wrong turn. She stared at it, too, but only because everything else in view made her dizzy.
Maybe we should just go get a gelato, he said. That would give us time to think about what to do next.
Maybe, she replied. Perhaps, she thought, a taste of creamy, frozen hazelnut would fix everything.
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