Australia
March 2019
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Bethany stared at the beach in front of the small wooden villa
As she waited
"di cui quello alla porta"
(Whose that at the door ?)
The old man called out as he made his way
Cursing , in old italian sayings as he walked towards the door
Not everyday the old man had Visitors to his small villa
Having no neighbor or any near by houses next to him
He was used to the quiet mornings and the lonely nights with his dogs
The waves hitting the shore , the heavy rains
The chilly evenings
His lonely walks with his dogs
That was his life, and has been for years now
But today , he was rushing towards the door as the door bell went off ,the voice echoing in the small voice
He had even forgotten that the house had a door bell with its lack of usage an
