Florence Fiction Friday (10)

Alissa and I went for a run the next morning. The constant carbs were detrimental to the jeans we packed, and we decided to finally do something about it. Alissa was a good companion: friendly enough and not too nosy. When we stopped my the Duomo for tea at the American coffee shop, I was […]

Florence Fiction Friday (9)

From making new friends in classes to Fred, I finally felt like myself. Greg even commented one week that I had a certain glow about me. “I just showered,” I answered. “Nah, that’s not it.” Matt came in from a run. His athletic body didn’t interest me at all anymore. “What’s up,” he said rather […]

Florence Fiction Friday (4)

(I’ll be in Croatia without wifi this weekend, so I’m posting early. Have a blessed weekend!) Sitting in a circle with the lights off and doors bolted, Greg, Matt, Alissa, and I stared at one another. No one said a word. Matt didn’t seem as scary with his legs crossed like a pretzel, but there […]