“It’s supposed to be our honeymoon. You wanted a romantic place. You wanted a surprise. I’m not asking you to swim, just walk across a few bridges.”
The brochure he waved before my face did nothing to reduce my panic or dislodge my frozen feet.
Somehow my desperate shaky hands managed to open Google and type “Potamophobia.”
In response to Week 241 of Three Line Tales.
Photo by Sam Mouat via Unsplash
Note: Potamophobia is the irrational fear of rivers or running water. Suddenly I wondered ‘what if a Venetian actually feared water?’ and thus sprang this tale.