A venture in vague vision…
Violet was vexed.
She’d been told that a vacation in Venice would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience — the perfect way to spend the holiday season. Yet somehow, the venue seemed so much dryer than she’d expected. And — warmer. She’d already had a violent encounter with some sort of steam vent, and really? After so vast a voyage, she was feeling very vulnerable.
Still, as she stepped from the vehicle, she was grateful they’d provided her with the visored sun-suit. It contained some sort of interior ventilation, thankfully, and when a person had worked so hard to keep her skin vivid and unblemished, it was lovely that the vacation planners had taken her clearly-voiced vision to heart.
Violet prided herself on being a venturesome traveller, having viewed a variety of exotic vistas. She’d visited Vancouver. Vermont. Even Venezuela! But there was no doubt the vicinity around the vessel was verifiably less verdant than she’d expected. She had, of course, heard tell of a vitriolic volcano in Italy, but this — surely these vile, vinegary vapours could not be Etna? Vi looked around vaguely, but the vexatious vibrations made visibility very difficult.
Reaching into her valise, Violet rifled around vigorously for the advertising voucher. She’d been vigilant in her vacation planning, but a wave of vertigo swept over her as she viewed the verbiage one final time. Vivid vision had never been her strong point but surely the destination had been verified as Venetian…
For the month of December, my goal is to post a piece of festive flash fiction here to the blog every day. Twenty-five stories, each 250 words or fewer — a little fictional festivity to brighten the darkest month of the year. For readers, I offer these stories as a moment of peace within a hectic month of busy. And keep your eyes peeled for the odd flash of fiction from writer friends!