A short story …

for Friday Fictioneers.


It was hot. I was tired. 

‘Down there, meester’ the taxi driver said.

So, where was my  B&B?  I was desperate for a shower. 

I bought an ice cream, studied my notes and set off.

They didn’t make sense. I turned left, right and right again. I passed a synagogue, then a fountain, then a gift shop. Another left then right.

‘Please be here’ I muttered turning a corner. Guess what? I was back at the ice cream stall.

I showed the chap my booking confirmation and put on a lost expression. He pointed to the door next to his stand. My B&B!

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and providing this week’s photo.

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53 thoughts on “A short story …

  1. Dora Nov 4, 2020 / 20:58

    Lucky guy, right? He can have ice cream at a moment’s notice. Who wouldn’t put up with a hole in the wall for that?!

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  2. Iain Kelly Nov 4, 2020 / 22:51

    Always the worst part of the holiday – lost in a new city with luggage to cart around! At least he was close, and the rest of the holiday awaits!

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  3. msjadeli Nov 5, 2020 / 01:37

    Based on a true story? I bet he will be thankful for the ice cream stand so close to where he’s staying. Cute froggie!

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    • Keith's Ramblings Nov 5, 2020 / 13:16

      It is. I walked round and round trying to find my B&B in Rome expecting it to look like a small hotel, and even walked past it twice before asking a local who pointed it out to me – just an inconspicuous door with a tiny sign above it!

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  4. Dale Nov 5, 2020 / 03:48

    Excellent! Especially since I did that in Siena, Tuscany… oy!

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  5. ceayr Nov 5, 2020 / 08:51

    You should have taken Rosey, Keith, I’d bet she is an expert at getting lost!

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  6. rochellewisoff Nov 5, 2020 / 11:04

    Dear Keith,

    Quite an adventure for a tourist. That B&B sounds topnotch 😉



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  7. Ramya Vivek Nov 5, 2020 / 14:15

    Happens! Sometimes the places that are dead in front of us are easily missed.😄

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  8. liz young Nov 5, 2020 / 16:39

    My husband, who travelled a lot before we met, tells of getting in a taxi at an airport and giving the driver the name of his hotel, only for the driver to laugh and point across the road to it.

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    • Keith's Ramblings Nov 6, 2020 / 12:34

      Haha! At least the driver didn’t cash in by driving around the block and back again!


  9. bearmkwa Nov 5, 2020 / 20:54

    At least he got a nice walking tour of the city, eh. Great story.

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  10. Laurie Bell Nov 5, 2020 / 22:19

    Hahaha Well it sounds like a good walk. You’ve got an idea if where to walk after check in. Classic tale.

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  11. James McEwan Nov 6, 2020 / 12:40

    Yes, local knowledge is that – just for the locals. Your story reminds me of my friend who visited Rome. She was exasperated looking for the Spanish Steps, so sat down and had a sandwich, the police came and chased her off with the threat of a fine. No one is allowed to sit on the Spanish Steps, they informed her.

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    • Keith's Ramblings Nov 6, 2020 / 12:46

      I can imagine that happening! When I visited the Spanish Steps, I was totally underwhelmed because it looked like any old steps anywhere – I had to double check I’d actually found them!

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  12. Sandra Nov 6, 2020 / 15:28

    A little local knowledge is a must, particularly if you’re lugging a heavy suitcase around behind you.

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  13. pennygadd51 Nov 7, 2020 / 18:25

    Your story had a real ring of truth about it! I enjoyed the chatty voice you used

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  14. Anita Nov 11, 2020 / 12:29

    He made it!
    Tough to look for addresses even in our own city. In foreign cities, one may get lost!

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