The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
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This month the words are supplied by Cindi and can be found here.
This week's words are:
and an image which I have included
Here is my story:
“Graziella, , il mio amore**, come, dance with me.”
“Pietro, you old fool, it is raining”.
“Bah! What is rain? Just a little water after all. Dancing in the rain is such fun! You remember, surely you remember. You must remember.”
“So long ago Pietro, now we are very old.”
“So we dance a little slower, come, take my hand.”
Slowly Graziella stood from her place on the porch seat, Pietro took her hand and led her to the circle of grass, bordered by her favourite roses.
They danced slowly, carefully, as he whispered in her ear. “Remember, Grazie, the year in America. We saw the Apollo launch, visited the submarine from World War Two. Remember Yosemite park where we got lost?”
“I remember Pietro, we were rescued by the Ranger with the so handsome face, he should have romance novels written about him.”
“Ah, he was a good looking man, I was glad you were my wife already, I had confidence you would not look too long at him.”
“Of course not, Pietro, you are my only love. I remember his name was Byron, like the poet.”
Pah! Poetry! I need a dictionary to understand it, the archaic English language. It is not beautiful to me as it is to others.”
“I know this Pietro. You like things more real, easier to understand. I remember something else from that year, that so long honeymoon we had.”
“What do you remember Graziella?”
“The shark tank at the aquarium. All the sharks, constantly moving, yet so silent. But what is this Pietro? This bloody stain I see on your shirt?”
“Is nothing Grazie, a little nosebleed when I sneezed. The new doctor from Germany said it might happen.”
“A reaction to the medicine, yes. I did not notice right away. I should wash the shirt, not be dancing in the rain.”
“But I have so little time left. The shirt can wait. Let us dance.”
**google translation, forgive me if it is wrong