Tuesday, February 25, 2014

THE TRAVELLING COINS


This is the story I have written for my course Drama & Storytelling. I hope you like it!

THE TRAVELLING COINS

She could not believe they were there again. This time it was not a dream. It was real, the mess of trolleys and bags, the uncertainty of tourists, the tired look of residents, and people speaking Italian all around, the language that sounds like music to her.
They rented a car at Fiumicino airport and drove to Tuscany. They enjoyed the sunset and the sparking lights of little villages. They arrived at Rodellosso country house.  The hostess received them with a smile, a homemade cake and a bottle of red wine.
 “Isn’t it a dream, really?”, she thought.
The next morning after the sun and the rooster songs entered their room softly, they went to Pienza. They saw a telephone box and they decided to phone the family. Sergio got the receiver and inserted a coin. Somebody answered the phone on the other side and the line went off, and so did the coin. Surprisingly, he got mad about it.
“How can I make a complaint to recuperate our coin?”, he said furiously.
“I’m afraid it’s impossible. Forget it and enjoy. Let’s have an espresso!” answered Lucía. He stared at the telephone box promising revenge.
They went to Siena the next day. They escaped from the pigeons in the piazza walking along the narrow streets. Suddenly a telephone box stood opposite them. Sergio challenged it and went straight into it with a bright euro coin in his hand. But the same thing happened again. His face turned red and his look bitter. Lucía could not help laughing and a battle started. So they decided to ignore telephone boxes during the whole holiday.
And the last day came. They were driving to the airport when suddenly they had to stop at a toll road. There were several coins outside the basket. Sergio stopped the car, got out and picked his two coins. He had a triumphal smile when he entered the car.  He explained that the Italian Tourist Board offers this service to travelers who wasted their money on telephone boxes before leaving the country. Lucía did not say a word. She sighed and started missing Italy.


Written by ANA Mª HERNÁNDEZ DOMÍNGUEZ

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