By Beebles
Lovers.
That’s what she’s scribbled on this week’s shopping list: tonight’s dinner—Lovers.
I puzzle over it, loading Tuesday’s gammon into the trolley.
Not a word we use anymore. We did, when our joints didn’t ache, when we had no cares, when we lived hand to mouth, lips to bed. Before her menopause and my GERD.
Is this our reawakening? Has she found what we lost?
When I get home, I slip my arms around her. “So, what’s for dinner tonight?” I nibble her neck.
She twists and shrugs. “Left overs.”
“Oh.”
She kisses me fondly. “But I prefer your suggestion.”
This is the best story I’ve seen on this site in a long time. Nice cadence.
Sweet — and the last line is perfect, as is the title.
Lovely! Beautifully paced. Fresh.
What a beautiful piece! Loved it!
Beautiful story! What a lovely day the narrator had. Full of delightful anticipation and was not disappointed. Captured in 101 words. Perfect.
I liked this story.
Great story. Shouldn’t the list been L overs?
Thank you all for reading and the wonderful comments.
Nice story with a happy ending.
“hand to mouth, lips to bed” is a great phrase.