Talk what you please of future spring
and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow.
–Christina Rossetti, from Daughter of Eve
Bell is working her way towards upper management. Armand is an exchange student beginning a summer internship. As Bell speaks fluent Spanish she’s been asked to mentor him. Even though she, forty years old, is twice Armand’s age, the sparks of mutual attraction are undeniable. Lengthy lunch conversations graduate to weekends spent walking up dunes to vistas that make their hearts pulse. In July, on a sugar sand beach, they share their first kiss.
In Spain, December-May interludes of passion are common. Also understood is that they seldom develop into anything beyond flames that rise high until the fuel is spent. Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow, but they accept that these impossible dreams will never be.
As sunset breezes turn crisp, their passion rages with blue desperation. You see, Bell and Armand have fallen in love.
[142 words]
Sanaa is today’s host of dVerse’ Prosery. Sanaa says:
This evening I would like you to write a Prose piece (of up to or exactly 144 words) which includes the line: “Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow.” – from the poem A Daughter of Eve by Christina Rossetti.
Tao Talk 
They may be the exception to the rule. If not, at least they can have a really good time getting to know each other
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But what about his studies? And where will they live? I wish them well and hope they are the exception.
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Bravo!!! Nice flash fiction.
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much💜love
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Thanks, Gillena! You’re welcome!
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Yes we can assume there would be too many disadvantages
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Hi, Li!
This is beautiful!
I love stories with happy endings! xo
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So glad you enjoyed the story. Thank you.
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Excellent story Li.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Well expressed Lisa! December/May relationships eh? Sometimes they work but sometimes, as you so rightly said ‘ they seldom develop into anything beyond flames that rise high until the fuel is spent.’
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Thanks much, Carol.
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While everything with this relationship seems to be wrong (dating at work, the huge difference in age, etc.), your story nicely illustrates love isn’t always rational. Perhaps Bell and Armand will be the exception proving the rule! 🙂
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I hope so. True love deserves a chance.
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It might spell bliss for sometime, if not forever.
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Agreed!
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uh-OH! Not Love! That’s such a killer 😉
❤
David
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Thanks, David!
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Love how you incorporated the line and let’s not worry about their future, they are enjoying their present, isn’t it! Wonderful write, Li! 😊
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Punam, thank you and glad you connected with the story!
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You are welcome, Li.
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Well…there is not uncommon great love between the younger male and woman who has lived a big more, and I must say Turkey, Spain and Greece have more than a few summer romances if this vein…I think it is very romantic…and yes, real love, that may mot survive passed the practical limits…
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Thanks for your comment and I know you’ve traveled and seen a lot of this and that. Hope you are doing well.
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“As sunset breezes turn crisp, their passion rages with blue desperation. You see, Bell and Armand have fallen in love.”
That is awesome. I love the phrase “blue desperation.”
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🙂 Thank you, Shawna.
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I fear it will not go well… but maybe it will work with her money… after all it’s what men has been doing for centuries
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Bjorn, thanks for reading and your comment.
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What a wonderful love story. And these words
“In July, on a sugar sand beach, they share their first kiss.” are delectable!
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🙂 ❤ Thanks, Lillian.
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Love can’t be contained. All relationships are a gamble, no matter how old the participants are.
I like how you managed to make the quote seem natural in the context of the story. I find that very difficult to do. (K)
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Kerfe what a lovely comment, thank you.
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This is absolutely stunning! I especially resonate with; “passion rages with blue desperation.” 💝💝
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Thank you very much, Sanaa ❤
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OK you succeeded … chills all over my body. Have to confess to having one of the romances you so beautifully described. Alas in time it did fade … as it was destined to. Memories .. precious.
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Helen, I am thrilled to know you have first-hand experience with December May. I should be so lucky ❤
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Love is love….well, until all the other things get in the way. Part two? Hmmm…..
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🙂 Thanks, Mish! Would love it if their story continued…
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Anony-mish!
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