Mute Candles, Remembrance

Tucked between Christmas, New Year’s

Your birthday, absent star

Koa wood jug catches

Falling sparkly moon dust

Plumeria scented dew, tears

On heart’s always-summer island

Memories ache, missing Gone-love

Cheesecake baked, mute candles

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Reminiscent Pine

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/12/14/six-sentence-stories-pine/  Zoe’s Cue: PINE

unnamed-11-e1462409384457DISCLAIMER/INFO:  Zoe’s 6 Sentence Story prompts have allowed me to create a fictitious couple named Frank and Stella who reside in the beach-side condo of my imagination.  They are a 60+ retired couple who’ve been married forever and are devoted to, and still in love with, each other.  A retired Navy officer, and retired state police detective, Frank spends much of his time painting canvases and reading.  Stella is a busy housewife, cooking and baking, reading true-crime books, and writing.

I strain the prompt’s limitation, endeavoring to keep stories concise within 6 compound sentences, as I offer glimpses of Frank and Stella’s continuing saga.  My hope is that readers will be entertained—amused, and/or touched—and not take the situations, or the couple’s flaws/foibles too seriously 🙂

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“Reminiscent Pine”

For Stella, there was only one tree for Christmas, a blue spruce—the bluer the better, and big enough to fill the living room; she loved blue of every hue and shade, combined with silver accents (glittery pine cones), and maybe a bit of rose.

Frank acquiesced, as it mattered only to him that Stella be happy; when she’d hold up a roll of ribbon or blue ornament, beaming, and say, “this matches your eyes,” he’d melt—she was the young girl again, thrilled.

He sipped eggnog, reminiscing privately, and watched her decorate this year’s tree—until she pouted prettily, asked him to ‘get in the spirit’ and help her.

“What were you thinking about?” she asked—“not pining for something…someone different, I hope.”

“I was thinking about Christmases long ago…how you’d always leave your family gathering, and walk over to spend the afternoon at our house—carrying a big plate of fresh-baked cookies and insisting I eat several…now here we are, much older, yet still you shimmer.”

Stella placed a shiny blue heart on a branch, then reached her hands to Frank’s cheeks:  “I remember often telling your sister, ‘Frank’s the only guy I’ll ever love’…and how she just grinned”.

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