Arnold walked over to their hotel room window, pushed aside the sheer, lace curtain, and called out to his wife, “Honey, come see this view.”
Florence walked over to her husband. “It is beautiful, isn’t it. And the moon, oh my.”
Arnold suddenly started singing, using his best Dean Martin impression, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore. When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore.”
“Arnie,” Florence smiled and said, “we have the moon and the wine.”
“Then I’d say it’s time for some amore.” Arnold said.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Gah Learner.
And here’s a bonus for those of you who are old enough to remember Dean Martin. Or for those of you who are too young to know who Dean Martin was.