Amore Mio

“O, Fabrizio! You fool! From where you got these cannoli?”

“Ugh! The same pasticceria near the Rialto you asked me to get them from, old woman.”

“But, these are not fresh.”

“Marta, you are so fussy! Nothing I do ever makes you happy.”

“Now, where did that come from? I was just talking about the cannoli.”

“You always find reasons to fight with me. Last night, you fought over my boat, remember?”

“It is old and rusty and I am worried about your safety. But what to do, you won’t sell it.”

“Huh!”

“Come now, I’ll make you some tiramisu.”

 

Photo © Fatima Fakier

Written for Friday Fictioneers

Word Count – 100

 

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6 thoughts on “Amore Mio

    1. Thank you, Rochelle, for reading my story. I am not sure if my observation is right but, I always feel that love need not be expressed in words. It is the action that actually counts. I think true love is when someone doesn’t say “I love you” very often yet shows it in ways that tell their significant other that they care.

      Shalom 🙂

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