At Your Last Gasp
In Venice, in 1998, some kids kicked a ball in front of Tintoretto’s parish church, Chiesa della Madonna dell’Orto, where the 16th-century painter was buried. The honeymoon, which had been lovely in Guca Gora, now seemed somehow less lovely to Minka Saltagic. She and her new husband, Peter Bettleman, had hosted a wedding reception for her family in Guca Gora. Several of her aunts and uncles and some of her cousins had come to the party, and she had loved seeing them and being home in Bosnia more than she had imagined she would. Perhaps what now seemed less lovely to Minka about the honeymoon had to do with Venice. Peter wanted to see everything. There was a painting by Titian, for example, called Martyrdom of St. Lawrence, that Peter insisted they see. But he did not pause at the Titian. He was then intent on seeing Veronese’s God the Father over the Piazza San Marco. After more paintings, he wanted a drink.
About the Author
Zachary Watterson is a writer in Seattle, Washington, whose essays and short stories have appeared in the Massachusetts Review, Post Road, River Styx, thestranger.com, and elsewhere.