Florence
001.
Beginnings
A thrill ran up her spine as she stepped out into the familiar piazza, her body tingling with half-buried memories. This, this was the city where she had spent her first blissful weeks of married life, her hand cradled tentatively in Roy's as they strolled the streets of Florence. Here – not so long ago, it seemed – she had fumbled and faltered through her first sentences in Italian, making the locals laugh good-naturedly at her clumsy greetings.
Everything around her reminded her of the first time she had entered this very square, the sunlight glancing off the rooftops and filling her with a strange, sweet rapture.
Then, venturing even further back, she wistfully remembered how Roy had first smiled at her across the room all those years ago…
A passing man tipped his hat to her and Margaret Johnson, lost in memory, blushed as if it were the first time all over again.