This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Italian Microcosm

Capri stumbled into the street still recovering. Sense heightened, she felt the brick and traced the mortar with her finger as her world came back into focus.

“This isn’t fair,” she said to the universe.

Clarity. The pull of hope and the wrestle of despair dragging towards the gondolier dock inviting her to drown in open water. A tear caught the light bounding off a single lamp hanging in the alley.

And that was it. That all this sadness, all this fear, and all of that which was uncertain was simply all that was unfinished. This was hope.

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