Romantically kidnapped (kind of) in Sicily

EXCERPT from my book in the works: “An Autobiography of a Human, Being” c. by Ally Guidesmith

I was sitting in a stranger’s car on the beach in southern Sicily. It was late afternoon, overcast and breezy. There was a rhythmic pinging like a Zen temple, where I felt the world inside me and the world outside me bouncing off each other. I rolled my neck gently, searching panoramically, surprised by the simple source of music: the winds knocking a piece of sail into the mast on a shored-up boat. It was too bright. Everything was shiny and reflective- chrome…