A quote: “Fairy tales are stories of triumph and transformation and true love, all things I fervently believe in.” ~~ Kate Forsyth
I’ll start with a story …
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He dressed, then picked out a tie – the one his granddaughter gave him last Christmas would do wonderfully! Slipped on his sports jacket and went down the hall to the kitchen.
Daughter Diane turned from her cooking to whistle, “Oh, dad, looking snazzy tonight!”
Granddaughter Jenny looked up from her homework, smiling when she spotted the tie. “Grandpa, you look so handsome!”
Diane straightened his pocket square. “Don’t stay out too late.”
He laughed, “Please, are you giving me a curfew? At my age?”
She laughed right back, kissed his cheek and scooted him out the door.
The uber dropped him off at the entrance, he walked into the lobby and went down the hall to a small, but elegant, dining room and there was Virginia. As always, impeccably dressed, gazing out the window into the garden.
As he approached a young lady came up and tapped Virginia on the shoulder. “Dear, there’s someone here I’d like you to meet.”
Virginia looked up at her then at him. Her eyes were bright tonight, happy even. “Yes?”
“This is James. He’s here for your dinner date.”
She smiled, “Oh yes! I do love company. Come, sit down, James, and let’s get to know one another.”
He sat, smiling. It wasn’t easy to visit your wife of 56 years when she had long lost all memory of that life. But at least he had these ‘first dates’ every Saturday where they could fall in love again by dessert.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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“There’s a new restaurant up by Wellescroft. A fancy one, not just a box store.”
I was a little surprised. Solace was a frontier planet, and a good bit of the population had been scruffed, brought here to quell a rebellion without having to massacre people. The Kitties couldn’t put up with trouble in their backfield, not when they were fighting a multi-front war against a hive species that regarded all non-hive intelligences as an abomination — but equally they couldn’t just slaughter whole cities when they needed the resources of them for the war effort.
A war effort that meant civilian goods were heavily rationed. But it seemed that people who knew how to make the right connections could still create a few nice things here and there. Food that wasn’t just fuel to keep the body running, prepared and presented in a way to please the eye and the palate.
It’d be a rare treat, but one worth saving up for.
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