A good short story for the Halloween season, comparable to 31 printed pages, subtle horror reminiscent of Alfred Hitchcock Presents or The Twilight Zone. Plus an excerpt from another short story, “Frankie’s Prayers.”
Lidia and Simon Drago are living their last hoorah, a European vacation financed by insurance money they received when their house burned down. On the night train from Paris to Florence they encounter a stranger who directs them to a lovely pensione in Florence. There, a clever artist agrees to depict the Dragos not as they look now but how they appeared in their prime.
If only Lidia and Simon hadn’t talked to the stranger, or taken his advice about the pensione. If only they hadn’t been so vain, wanting to recapture their youth so their unborn grandchild would know how glamorous they’d been in their youth–a younger version of JFK and Jackie. If only Lidia could convince the artist Peppe to give her and Simon another chance. If only …
Loretta Giacoletto divides her time between the St. Louis Metropolitan area and Missouri’s Lake of the Ozarks where she concentrates on writing fiction, essays, and her bi-monthly blog while her husband cruises the waters for bass and crappie. Their five children have left the once chaotic nest but occasionally return for her to-die-for ravioli and roasted peppers topped with garlic-laden bagna c