She waited until he was alone before she walked over to the boat. He had his back to her. “Excuse me,” she called and he turned around. “Are you Piero Moretti?” she asked in Italian.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“My name is Kisi. I wanted to thank you for saving my brother’s life.”
He frowned. “Your brother?”
“He was the Ghanaian man who almost drowned in the Canal.”
He remembered. “How is he?”
“He’s fine, thanks to you.”
“I couldn’t let him drown.”
“Others would have.” She sounded bitter.
Sadly, that was true.
“How can I repay you?”
“A cappuccino?”
“Sure.”
100 Words
This was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more details, click Here. To read more stories for this week’s prompt, visit Here.
Source: Telegraph
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Nice story.
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Thank you 🙂
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I guess not all heroes wear capes.
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I guess not 🙂
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What a beautiful way to start a new friendship. Nice story, and a much needed sentiment to share.
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Thanks, Iain. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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Nice.
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Thanks 🙂
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The beginning of a beautiful friendship i suspect. The likelihood of our survival should not depend on which body or water or which border we cross. Nicely written.
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Yes, it is the beginning of a beautiful friendship and thank you 🙂
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A good Samaritan. Delightful.
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Thank you.
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That was sweet indeed. That he saved her brother, that she thanked him, that they will now sit down and learn about each other over coffee…
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Thank you. Yes, now they can get to know each other better.
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A really lovely take on the prompt. Hope their friendship goes well for them both. I used the name Piero in my piece too. Lovely name.
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Thanks, Lisa. Yes, Piero is a lovely name. I have a feeling that their friendship will be a lasting one.
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That’s good news. 🙂
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Coffee is the gateway drug to love. 🙂
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A lovely story of rescue and gratitude. I’m interested that Kisi spoke Italian. One could read that as implying that she and her brother were long-term, probably legal immigrants in Italy, which makes your story even more poignant.
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Thanks, Penny. Yes, Kisi and her brother are legal immigrants in Italy. I wrote this story based on a true story of a Ghanaian man who drowned in the Canal in Venice.
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A very thoughtful and well written take on the prompt. Well done. I also like how you based your piece on a true story and injected so much feeling into it. Well done. Now, perhaps a new friendship can begin.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Thanks, Rowena. Yes, a new friendship and perhaps romance can begin 🙂
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Such a touching story of a new friendship in the making. And I do hope some romance too.
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Thank you, Jilly. Yes, their friendship will blossom into romance.
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Awww 🙂
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Nice, understated story and very powerful for that
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Thanks, Michael.
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So much said in between the lines. Social commentary as well as a blossoming friendship or romance, and just how good coffee is at bringing people together. 😉
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Their friendship will blossom into romance. And yes, coffee is good at bringing people together. It’s relaxing and non-assuming.
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