Today I went with three of my long time friends to meet a mutual friend at Frank Coppola’s Winery Restaurant. We had an hour and a half drive from the south and the friend from the north had about 45 minutes to get there.
Heavy, dark clouds followed us and a misty rain teased the windshield as we drove through the wine country. The positive energy as we passed under the Coppola’s arc increased. An impressive castle-like building and swimming pool welcome visitors. The restaurant with movie artifacts surrounding it serves excellent food, especially the salmon. Each of the five of us takes a turn bringing our symbolic bling-covered centerpiece. At our last meeting, it appeared to be irretrievable because no one said they had it. Today it took it’s place on the wood table and Carol admitted that she had had it all along.
She said, “I lost what was in plain sight.”
What a great idea for a short story or novel. It’s general enough to fit any genre. It has a poignant feel and for me, it’s a hook.
What was lost? When it was found, was it too late or was it a solution?
What does Carol’s quote mean for you?
