My story is -
that I will be there, making my memories a la piazza sitting at a small table with my espresso watching youthful stilettos flit over cobblestones in much the same way surefooted mountain goats skip over rocks – but with more flare.
I’ll look down towards my own tender experiences now tucked into stylish but practical footwear and smile because I know that even with a few years on me now, I can easily skip lightly across cobblestone and descend narrow stone stairs if I had to.
I will write epic poetry most evenings next to the gentlemen who have congregated for a game of scoba and will play until late into the night.
They will tell me stories in language so soft it would weave as silk.

What story would you tell me?

words © Malai Carrara
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