….”Well, at least you went to Rome,where you got your Italian shoes. That’s something,” he said.
“I didn’t really go to Rome,” she mumbled.
“What do you mean? You said you went to Rome last year!”
“Well, I flew to Rome,” she said, while chewing her hair nervously.
“Yes, and then?”
“It was so big. And overwhelming. And I didn’t understand anyone. So I went to my hotel.”
“And my hair was a mess, and I couldn’t go out looking like that, so I just stayed at the hotel…,” she finished lamely, ducking her head to avoid his eyes.
“What about food? Did you at least go out for food?” He asked incredulously.
“I ordered room service,” she said in a rush.
“The whole time you were there?”
She couldn’t answer, but he saw her nod her head sadly.
“Where did you get your shoes, then?”
“At the airport, when I was leaving.”
“Let me get this straight. You went halfway across the world, to buy shoes at an airport?!?”
This was a dream I woke up to this morning. I think I might try to pursue this, she seems like an interesting character. Click here to see other story dreams I’ve had.
This is great! I love it. (And if you need to experience it first hand, I can meet you in Rome!)
Excellent. You have wonderful dreams; i’m a little jealous, crap dreams are like bad in-flight movies. you must be constantly entertained. You’re right, this character is very intruiging.
wow! a story dream!! that is so amazing…
What an interesting and sad story you told yourself in a short dialogue. Definitely an intriguing character. Just the words made a short movie in my head of the two people having a conversation and cutaways to her in her hotel room trying to fix her hair or in the airport buying the shoes.
such creativity! wow! my dreams are almost never that detailed-can’t wait to read more!