https://fivedotoh.com/2023/07/25/fowc-with-fandango-hook/ has given us hook as our prompt today.
‘It is like a fish on a hook,’ Antonio said, his attention on the view in front of him. ‘London is as busy as you said. ‘I get way you love Orvieto so much.’
Alessandra smiled, loving the way he took an English saying and twirling it to his own meaning. How many had she spoken in his company? Yet he took the time to learn them. The other day when she said Anni e bicchieri di vino non si contano mai, roughly translated as ”you never count years or glasses of wine”, he giggled and kissed her.
Being home, even for a holiday; she never regretted moving to Orvieto. Especially since her little girl, Violet, turned two. It was important to show her both heritages. She held her hand, in awe of all the sights so familiar to her when she was the same age.
Was he watching over them? Her Dad took her to the same places, but the most special of all was a boat ride on The Thames.
‘Papa, è lì dove vive il re?’
‘Is that where the king lives?’ he repeated in English.
When she was old enough she would know both languages well.
‘Yes, sometimes, Tesoro.’
Alessandra kept tight hold of her daughter’s hand, as they walked into the restaurant. Their holiday to see her grandparents was long overdue, but she could wait to get back to Orvieto. It was her home, and the only place she wanted to be.
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Writer Ravenclaw 