The reflection of the lights danced around the swirling waters of Venice. Nightfall fell upon the floating city, the markets, water taxis, and ferries retired
“I would like the chicken fingers.” “I would like the chicken fingers, please.” “I would like…” “What are you doing?” Her voice broke my rehearsing.
All I need to do is breathe. Breathe and clear my mind. Feet planted firmly on the ground? Check. Palms faced up, on my lap?