A Loaf of Bread…and Thou* ~ Frank & Stella

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/9792/  Zoe’s Cue:  BREAD

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Recovered from her ‘furniture pique’—with a Plan B for future purchases on the figurative table for further discussion—Stella moved the lanai’s casual dining set inside, with Frank’s help.

As he folded the TV trays and shoved them to the back of the hall closet, he assured her it wasn’t the table which made a great dining experience; laying it on extra sweet, he continued—“it’s the meal, and your superior cooking, Love”.

“Oh, stop buttering me up, you smoothie—the lasagna is practically in the oven; but speaking of butter, we need a loaf of Italian bread…do you think you—” ; “I’m on it”, he said agreeably, “anything else?”

Putting index finger to chin, she pondered—“maybe dessert…fresh fruit—pick out a nice pineapple”.

When Frank returned, the kitchen was redolent with baked lasagna and he hurried to prepare the bread; over his shoulder, he enthused about the Pineapple Gelato he’d discovered (sparing him the task of cutting the spiny tropical fruit).

Seated at the wrought iron and glass lanai table, Frank toasted Stella with a crusty slice of garlic bread:  “Love, if bread is the staff of life, you are my compagnon**—ever nourishing my heart and soul”.

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NOTES:

*A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. – Omar Khayyam

**Etymology

From Middle English companion, from Old French compaignon(companion) (modern French compagnon), from Late Latin compāniōn- (nominative singular compāniō, whence French copain), from com- +‎ pānis (literally, with + bread)…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bread

Bread has a social and emotional significance beyond its importance as nourishment. It plays essential roles in religious rituals and secular culture. Its prominence in daily life is reflected in language, where it appears in proverbs, colloquial expressions (“He stole the bread from my mouth”), in prayer (“Give us this day our daily bread”) and in the etymology of words, such as “companion” (from Latin com “with” + panis “bread”).

It’s All a Given ~ Frank & Stella

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/01/26/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-39/  Zoe’s Cue:  GIVEN

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It was a given, that Frank’s sister and her husband would move to Cape Carillon, where Frank and Stella had settled in retirement…just a matter of time…for Stella was a woman of strong, quiet faith, and Frank had observed that she usually got her way with God (as well as with him).

Not surprisingly, as soon as the holiday decorations were packed away she was itching to rearrange the furniture—a pastime she enjoyed far more, and more frequently, than Frank preferred to work up enthusiasm and sweat for…

There was something else on her busy pretty mind, Frank discovered:  Stella reckoned it a good time to buy new furniture, and suggested they store the old pieces—in case Nan and Tom might wish to use them when they relocated.

Frank’s periodic back issues dictated the hiring of a couple college boys for the heavy work; and after half the living room had disappeared, he surveyed the empty space and gave Stella a dubious smile.

“Well, Love,” he sighed, “we’ve got a dance floor now”… So, offering his hand to her, they two-stepped as he hummed, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”.

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New Year’s Romantic Musing

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Holding hands with distant

Gone-love, greeting New Year

‘Mid fireworks flashing through

Colored smoke, snow flurries

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We have wealth beyond

Many in spirits-fueled crowd

Who shiver to music

Neither of us recognize

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Distant Inferno… 10 Words

Writing Challenge: Inferno in 10 Words

Ally invited me to join a nice easy challenge—who can refuse a mere 10 words on inferno?  Come on, readers, let’s see what you got!

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You were heart’s distant inferno ~ death has not cooled ashes.

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Good Things Come to Patient Hearts

unnamed-11-e1462409384457https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/12/29/sss-and-the-lesson-of-patience/  Zoe’s Cue:  PATIENT

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Hearing from Frank’s sister was the best Christmas gift that he and Stella never thought to ask for (or had voiced openly), and Stella eagerly readied the guest room for Nan and her husband Tom’s visit.

Frank was prepared to put them up in a nearby hotel, but Stella wouldn’t hear of it—how could they possibly talk all night like in the old days, when the 2 girls had enjoyed frequent sleep-overs?

That had been a lifetime ago she thought, as she dusted the furniture and fluffed the bright floral comforter she’d purchased to complement the canvas Frank had painted, but not sold, and hung above the bed.

Ever protective, Frank cautioned her not to wear herself out, so Stella planned a menu which would minimize cooking during their guests’ stay—she smiled, remembering the bags of Cheetos she and Nan had consumed as they watched movies like “Beach Blanket Bingo”…and when Nan listened compassionately while Stella detailed the latest abuses of her home life.

“You’re as nervous as I am,” she teased Frank—he’d been pacing the hallway and checking his watch, keen to get to the airport, waiting for Stella to finish primping—“do I look fabulous?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

“Yes Love, but let’s hit the road before we get any older—your quite-fetching beauty increases each decade, but I suspect I’m no more patient than I was at 40…and kindly wait till we’re in the car, before agreeing–Go!”

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Slate Blue Gaze

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/12/27/monday-morning-melts-7/   Please click the link for Rosey and Jade’s feature, and the music prompt:  “Never Seen Anything Quite Like You”.

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 Your pensive slate blue gaze

Traveled on forever…

To where, I never knew;

Thoughts moving like

Wide mystic river, or

Ticking time’s ancient clock.

Your posture, relaxed cobra,

Sent vibrations through

Tropical air, sands—

From a distance, I traced

Lines of your cheek bones,

Lips’ perfect curve,

Squared tension in your jaw—

Breathed your voice

Whenever I heard it,

Because my love was a lifetime.

I’ve never seen anything,

Before or since…

Quite like you.

© Stella Carousel, 2016 ~ All rights reserved.

Love’s Same Gift

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/12/20/monday-morning-melts-6/

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Same gift every year

But you never mind

My heart wrapped in

Pale silk ribbons, lace

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You untie my kisses

In between soft whispers

Tease that Time’s slowed

Us down…candle flickers

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