Orvieto

Inspiration from https://fivedotoh.com/2023/09/09/fowc-with-fandango-anew/

Living life anew, with a hope she rarely thought of, Alessandra smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her new dress cost more than a months wages. It didn’t matter; Barbara was right, she needed to treat herself. A tough year, and Breast Cancer, took parts of her she would never get back.

Today, going to Orvieto, was something she wanted to do. If her mum was travelling with her, she wouldn’t be quite so nervous. She understood the pain never really went away. The blame game, is what her therapist used to say. You are blaming yourself for something you think you have done. Everyone makes mistakes. It doesn’t matter whether you are young or old; life isn’t a perfect sphere. There are dents along the way.

She picked up her mobile, wanting to convince her mum to go to Orvieto. It wouldn’t do any good. It was then she decided, whatever happened, she would talk to her grandpapa. Whatever it took to bring them together.

Her mobile rang out of nowhere.

‘Mum, are you okay?’

‘I just wanted to say I love you,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry I shouted, none of this is your fault.’

‘I know Mum. I love you too. It’s just, I am a little nervous about going alone.’

‘Please, promise me one thing, do not give my letter to Grandpapa yourself. If he is angry at me, so be it. I don’t want you to be hurt.’

‘I’ll give both letters to Aunt Bella,’ Alessandra said.

She wanted to speak to Grandpapa, because sometimes, letters only told half the story. To speak to him, even if he got angry, was important. Not that she was going to be honest with her decision. For now it had to be kept silenced within her mind, in the hope he would understand.

‘You could still . . .’

‘No, too much water bambino, ring me when you get there.’