The Blue Vespa ( I normally never write fiction but I hope this may entertain)
The sun is shining in slanting rays that break through the trees in golden shoots of light. The trees shimmer in shafts of? glowing translucence . The day is bright with promise. The moment I open the door, I see it all, the sun, the trees with their trembling bright leaves, and something else. Something that is not normally there at all. What is this pretty thing? Someone has given me a turquoise Vespa as a surprise gift. The moment…
