
Pronto! Writings From Rome
Short Story: "Empty Chair" by Diana Rowe
Excerpt of Empty Chair
Thirty-five thousand feet above my problems, I decided that losing a husband is like losing your balance. Since we had honeymooned in Italy, flying to Rome seemed a perfectly illogical place to get over my Sam's untimely death. Yet here I was, as usual, imbalanced and impractical but determined. So far my accomplishments consisted of leaving my hotel and crossing the bustling Campo de' Fiori. I zigzagged through a piazza filled with
locals bartering among
vendors for their
share of the rainbow-colored produce. At a quaint sidewalk café, I found a place to pretend to relax and met the widow who talked to her dead husband.
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