On the road to All’ Acqua

The sun had moved between two mountain peaks, again flooding the land with its warmth.

The road was curving steeply away from the river. Under his heavy pack Herman heard only his rhythmic steps and the loose rocks he trod underfoot from time to time. Once he hears the screech of a small animal in the distance – perhaps the prey of a hawk.

The woman at the tavern was a continuing presence in his mind – her smooth face, her hair tight under her scarf, her voice deep and clear. He imagined being with her holding her hand, looking into those large blue eyes, his arm around her tiny waist … A car was overtaking him at great speed. The Fiat! Herman wanted to shout but his throat was dry. He wanted to wave but his arms were numb. He wanted to run, but before he could make a move, the Fiat vanished beyond a bend in the road. Slowly his reflexes came alive, and he continued one step at a time, marionette-like, until he was back to his routine pace.

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