In the light of day, the narrow street appears menacing. It had a quaint charm last night.
Today, I must show the polizia where everything happened.
It was a brisk evening. We met for wine and spuntino.
Later, we walked through these ancient streets, his muscular arm warming my shoulders.
Lovers passed us engrossed in each other’s eyes, a travelers concept of Italian romance.
His full lips rivaled dark-captivating eyes as they draw me in. Romance was in the air.
Regretfully, forever, I’ll remember this nightmare and the scent of his garlic breath.
Now, police search for my horrid rapist.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Rowena Curtin
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers challenge
Polizia – Italian: police
Spuntino – Italian: snacks
*****I missed last weeks writing challenge with this fun photo prompt. I think this photo can be added to this story. Enjoy …