Image via WikipediaI participated in a writing meme this week with the The Red Dress Club, a writing group for women. The prompt was:
Write a short piece - 600 words max - that begins with the words,"This was absolutely the last time" and ends with "She was wrong." Have fun with it. Think outside the box. Don't go with the obvious.
This is based on a true story.
Remember that "Choose Your Own Adventure" list of post options I made a while back? This was one of the topics some of you voted for. I hope you enjoy.
"This is absolutely the last time I will ever travel without snacks," she thought to herself as she hit her stomach to distract from the hunger. Alexandra sat outside the Pisa airport with her three girlfriends, Talia, Lauren and Vonetta, with whom she had spent the past two weeks exploring the country of Italy.
They had all had a lovely time on their spring break discovering Italian culture and eating as much fine cuisine as their budgets allowed. They took photos, went to museums, shopped in Milan and Venice, visited Vatican City and viewed the preserved corpses of former Popes, there had even been a few wild and drunken evenings spent dancing and laughing and kissing beautiful strong-jawed Italian men, but that was all over now.
Eager to get back to England and prepare for final exams, the four girls cut their trip in Italy a day short, skipping the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and planned on sleeping inside the airport the night before their flight to forgo another hotel bill.
They took the last bus of the evening from Florence and got dropped off at the Pisa Airport parking lot. When they reached the front door of the airport and discovered it was closed, the bus was long gone down the highway.
"Since when do airports close?"
"What the hell?"
"Why would the bus even come out here if the airport isn't open?"
"What are we gonna do now?"
"I guess we're just going to have to wait."
It was April and the sun had already set, the wind had picked up a bit and it was getting chilly. The girls headed over to the outdoor covered cafe area in front of the airport and made it their base. They got comfortable in some plastic chairs in the corner of the beer garden, wrapped their jackets wrapped around them and prepared for the long night ahead.
"I'm glad I brought this with me," Alexandra said as she produced the bottle of gin from her bag that they bought in a Roman convenience store several nights ago. She opened the bottle, took a swig, and passed it around.
It was a desolate scene, there was no noise except for the rumble of the occasional truck on the highway a half mile away. If this were a horror film, the villain would be laying in wait right now, ready to pounce the moment the girls closed their eyes. This thought presently consumed Alexandra as she took another sip of gin and adjusted her makeshift blanket around her.
"I'm probably not going to sleep tonight," she thought and rubbed her stomach, "Why didn't I buy a tomato pie before we left Florence?"
Suddenly, Vonetta piped up by suggesting they play a game of "Never Have I Ever." This idea received a warm chorus of agreement and so the bottle was passed around. Never have I ever kissed a girl. Drink. Never have I ever had sex in public. Drink. Never have I ever been in a fight. Drink. The evening carried on this way until all of the alcohol was consumed.
Alexandra's eyelids got heavy. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep under such strange circumstances, but it was beginning to seem more plausible. As the faint spell of sleep fell over each of the girls they forgot for a moment that they were sitting in polypropene patio ware in a foreign country.
If any girl had said this trip would be forgettable, she was wrong.
The girls in Florence.