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Mama’s Boy
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 14 June 2019
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| Photo Credit: Valerie J. Barrett |
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Roberto was smart and made her laugh. But there was a catch. He was a mama’s boy.
“Your mom thinks nobody is good enough for you,” a worried Emily said when he proposed to her.
“Well, it’s because she hasn’t met you.”
When Roberto introduced her to his Sicilian mother. Emily was surprised they hit off right away. Both loved to cook.
After they got married, Emily served her new husband Pasta alla Norma for dinner.
“Oh, my,” Roberto said enjoying his meal. “You cook as good as mom.”
For the first time, Roberto found himself sleeping on the couch.
Mmm Monday: A Tasty Treat
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| Location: Bayeux, Normandy, France |
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While visiting Normandy, we stayed in the historic town of Bayeux which was spared from the destruction following the D-Day invasion in World War II.
For every tourist who has passed this way, it’s a must to see the famous Bayeux tapestry featuring a 230-feet-long embroidered art that chronicles William the Conqueror’s victory over King Harold of England at the Battle of Hastings in 1066.
It’s all fine and dandy to dwell on the past visiting the 11th-century tapestry as well as the other attractions such as the 13th-century Notre-Dame Cathedral, War Cemetery and Museums. But at some point, you need to go back to the present to augment your cultural experience. One way to do that is to meet people and indulge in local food.
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It was Market Day on our second day in Bayeux. The parking lot next to our hotel had been converted into a bustling market. Amid the stalls offering cheese, wine, fresh fruit and other produce, there arose the aroma of paellas being cooked in large stoves. I couldn’t help but trace its location. After taking its picture for posterity, I immediately got a taste of it. It was something to die for (no pun intended) with all the meat and fatty goodness.
Behind Closed Doors
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 7 June 2019
This is a delicate subject that I hope I had handled properly. Please accept my apologies if you find it offensive
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| Photo Credit: C. E. Ayr |
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Brian was sixteen when his dad died. Never a day passed that he didn’t see his stepmom crying.
Coming home from school, Brian found her playing the old man’s music. She took his hand and led him to dance.
“Oh, Randy,” she moaned his dad’s name, hugged him tight and kissed him on the mouth. Caught by surprise, bewildered and confused, he kissed her back. One thing led to another until the point of no return was reached.
“Forget that it ever happened,” his stepmom said while lighting a cigarette.
It was a secret that he’d carry to his grave.
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