Roman Holiday - PicFic Tuesday, 2/23/16

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My descriptions of Rome may contain “much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate.” Thank you for your suspension of disbelief.



“La Bocca Della Veritá, ladies and gentlemen, otherwise known as the Mouth of Truth.” The tour guide raised his voice to be heard over the group’s babble. “This first century carving is believed to represent an ancient river god.”

Further down the portico, April Dancer leaned against a pilaster and adjusted the settings on her Leica. She peered through the viewfinder at her companion. “Stand still, and I’ll take your picture.”

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"The Something's Rotten in Block Island Affair" Chapter 2 for PicFic Tuesday 2/23/16

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Chapter 1

The Prompt:

Every summer the island hosted Block Island Race Week, a competitive, week-long sailboat race. On odd years, the event is held by the Storm Trysail Club, and on even years by the Block Island Club. Yachts competed in different classes, sailing courses in Block Island Sound and circumnavigating the island.

Napoleon was very familiar with the competition, having engaged in it off and on ever since he’d first gotten his yacht but he hadn’t been back in quite a few years now.

He was unusually quiet and contemplative as he and the others returned to the Pursang for a confab before doing so, he barked out some orders and the other’s could easily read his displeasure.

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There was a reminder about it being "Patriot's Day" in the former USSR

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This is a story I wrote for one of the HOWDOWE challenges here on Secton VII.  Thanks to Laurose8 for reminding me of this piece!

Summary: They say we are the sum total of our experiences. Some take those experiences and live with them, others live in spite of them. What we perceive isn’t always the truth.

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Italian Rescuer - Picfic Tuesday - Feb 23rd

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Napoleon leant heavily against the fence of the homestead, trying to get his breath back and to stop his lungs from burning. It was the first building of any sort that they’d seen for miles. He and Illya had been running for almost fifteen minutes and, even though he was a fit man, sustained running was something he hadn’t done for a long time. Besides, his shoes and suit weren’t exactly the right attire for sprinting.

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