A dilapidated scooter, found in the back alleys of Ortygia. I wonder what happened? Why has this scooter been left here, to slowly decay? The tires are flat, the body is rusting and the seat is coming apart. There is a story here, what is it?
My mind jumps from the simple – the scooter stopped working and the owner couldn’t afford to fix it – to the complex: The person who owned this scooter and lived in this building disappeared under mysterious circumstances and no one to this day wants to move it. The mystery could spawn a novel.
What story do you tell for this scooter?
I’m off this weekend to find the stories in the mosaics of Ravenna and the small country-within-a-country of San Marino. I’m sure there will be some groups of three waiting for me as well. Have a great weekend, I’ll be back here on Monday.