The Written Word Group

  …the ice-cream slowly melted. A small bell, tinkling wildly, shattered the silence of the tiny attic studio. With a grunt of annoyance at the interruption, Leonardo da Vinci put down his brushes and picked up the small tin can. Pulling the string taught he put the can to his lips and shouted into it. “Florence one, Caio, who dis?” “Issa Florence two Senoré,” came a thin tinny voice “Issa Angelo from the Negorio di Torte, your favourite Confetteria Senoré, you paintin’ da portrait o’ ma mistress da moaning Lisa…” “Si, so watta you want?” “Senoré, you will not believe wot aah have jus’ invented, da Iced Creama, molta specialé!” “You drunk again Anglo, Iced Creama was invented seven centuries ago.” “Senoré, dis no jus’ Iced Creama, dis bellissima, dissa magnifica… dissa da mos’ perfect sensation anyonna’s ever tasted. I tell you Senoré, you give da spoonful to da moaning Lisa an’ she will be Putty inna your han’s… “ “Inna my han’s she’ll be Pretty? Angelo, havva you seen

Camille was dreading getting up for work. She was warm and cosy in the comfort of her bed, not ready to face the world. Snow had gathered at each corner of her windows forming beautiful concave patterns. The forecast for today was more snow and temperatures reaching below freezing. She could feel the cold air around the house despite the central heating being on since 5am.  It had been snowing over the weekend, the driveway was frozen which meant she would need to get the spade out of the garage to clear the snow before even thinking of getting in the car. Then, she realised the car would also be covered in snow. Days like this when she wished their garage  could be used for the car to be kept and not used as a storage room. She wasn't looking forward to clear the snow before leaving for work, though this is a great way to warm up on such a cold day. It would take her around half hour,  which on a non-snowy day would only be 5 mins to leave the house. She had to  get a move on