Meeting David. A Short Story
I've promised, so here it is. The things we do for love..Me writing short stories in English, amazing. But this short story is important for me, writing it has been a kind of therapy. Completely fictional, but with some real elements. I once took care of my uncle's dog and he (the dog) nearly died while with me, and in the early 70s my beautiful aunt married a wealthy Italian engineer. And I was in Rome in January (1980), also some other things are true. And who knows what adventures, conversations and meetings David Cassidy experienced in Europe, in 1972. It was a special, magical and unique holiday for him.. 'Gustavo! Gustavo!' It was supposed to be loud and decisive, but she was fighting back her tears, her voice was hoarse. All the misery, stress, and yes, also anger, everything she experienced during the last three weeks, all those feelings she had been trying so hard to hide, suddenly they found the way, and she started sobbing in the middle of that deserted park....