And bring no book, for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.
–from William Wordsworth’s,
‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House…
A drapery whoosh woke me from a flying dream. Bathed in burnished gold light, I stretched, cat-like. Inhaling deeply, my nostrils quivered with the aroma of fresh coffee from roasted and ground Volcanica Kenya beans.
“Buenos dias, mi sol!” crowed Mark, satisfaction mapping his face. I smiled, fingering the silk sheets.
We’d dreamed of a Barcelona vacation all of our married lives; a long-overdue honeymoon. When Jorge, Mark’s business associate, inherited a small apartment near Casa Milá, he offered it to us for a month. Jorge and Carmela had summered with us in Michigan a few times, so it seemed natural to accept the generous offer.
Mark, the organizer, had a full itinerary laid out for us each day.
I red-exed it in his planner and stated, “And bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.”
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Ingrid is today’s host for dVerse’ Prosery. Ingrid says:
Good evening, Poets, and welcome to Prosery: the prompt where we write prose based on some given lines of poetry. This can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction, but it cannot exceed 144 words in total (not including the title) and must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, metre, etc.)