Her kiss left traces of apples, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and sugars, both dark brown and white. That is what Avrum remembered most of their first kiss. He relished that nights’ memories, but it was the flavor that was transferred to his lips, his breath, that still penetrated deepest, remained clearest, that still brought a smile to him, both inside and out.
It was a short walk outside of her parent’s house, where they could still be viewed for propriety but still…private enough. He had been working up the courage all day to ask her to marry him, and it almost faltered when her father went off on one of his tirades, but looking in Sarah’s eyes reestablished his resolve.
The ground was crunchy with fallen golden and brown leaves. Sarah grasped the top of her coat, tugging on the scarf wound around her neck, when a northern wind whipped across the yard. He took her hand and rubbed it back and forth. She smiled and thanked him, glancing back quickly at the house to see if either of her parents were watching them. No one at the window, Sarah clasped his hands in hers tightly.
Avrum was on his knee proposing before he knew it. Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes, a large smile and a nod, and she said “yes” without having to think. They kissed, then, in the yard, with the window drapes pulled back and eyes watching. All the mixtures of pleasure and happiness, of the meal they had just finished still on their lips, the future they would share…it was all there in that moment. Her reply was all he had hoped for, and he would relish it for as long as he lived.
Hand in hand, they walked back to her parents house, the front door already opening to welcome them in.
Deliciously sweet. The senses of smell and taste are often the strongest ties to specific memories. And I like that the door was opened to welcome them. 🙂
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Glad you liked this one Li. Had the title just sitting for awhile.
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Very nice, Stu. And so appropriate for November: Thanksgiving month. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks Doug. Just needed to do something against how I’m overall feeling.
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I hope this didn’t happen in Charan…
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As I mentioned to you, it was unintentional. Just the names that occurred to me for this. Guess everything has a reason, somewhere.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Janine
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