PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Luigi watched as Carmine laughed with his family. It had been 20 years, but Luigi would never forget that face, that night. Did Carmine remember?
“Good evening. I’m Luigi. How is everything tonight?”
“Excellent,” said Carmine.
“It’s cold,” said the girl, with a little cough. His daughter. She was about 6, the same age Luigi’s daughter was.
The boy, a little older, had the same complaint.
“Mine, too,” said the gorgeous blonde. Carmine’s trophy wife. Pregnant.
“Mine’s steaming,” said Carmine.
“I can’t breathe so good,” said the blonde.
“Their’s are supposed to be cold. It’s a dish I call revenge.”