Anne placed the bowls of raspberries and ice cream upon the table -
My dad leaned forward -
Ice creamo he said, smiling -
We had ice creams from Verrecchia's or Dagostino's -
They were Italians -
I pictured him, chasing the gaudy van, a bright eyed nimble boy -
The music of Italy would be heard in musty parlours -
The narrow streets would be filled with sunshine -
16.40
Sunday 3 September 2017
Staunton Road
Havant
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