Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, my favorite weekly flash fiction scene. Supportive writers, fun stories and great prompts from our wonderful hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s. Check out details to join or read other stories on her website Addicted to Purple. Thanks to Janet Webb for our intoxicating photo this week. Happy Valentine’s Day fellow Fictioneers!
This is an (mildly) erotic piece, for Valentine’s Day. For those of you who have been together for ages, like Smart Guy and I have, try pretending you’re new for night! Check out my post this week about my marriage of 27 years; our anniversary is Valentine’s Day.
Filed under other information and updates: it’s been an exciting week for me in blogging. On Monday, for some reason that is still a mystery, nearly 1,400 people stopped by Tales From the Motherland; 1,000 of them to re read my post about my affair with Barack Obama! It was insane, and thrilling! I also won the Tipsy Lit Writing Challenge last week, with my story about Prince. This week, I would be enormously grateful if my Friday Fictioneer comrades would check out my post this Saturday for the Weekly Writing Challenge at Tipsy Lit, where I will be competing again. If you like it, I’d be grateful for your vote. The competition has been fierce the past few weeks; I only won by 6 votes last week. Something tells me that this week will be even tougher. Please pop by Tales From The Motherland on Saturday, read my story and vote, if you have the time.
(100 word, exactly)
“Barthelona,” he enunciated. “The ‘s’ is like ‘th’ in Ethpañia.”
I tried not to laugh. Everything about him was sexy, but it sounded like he had a lisp.
“Barthelona,” I demurred, flirting back.
He smiled and poured another glass of sangria. The first had already gone to my head; I sipped the second as the dark tavern and wine spread its warmth throughout my body.
My friends urged me to do something fun, after the divorce. I’d bought the tickets to Spain ignoring their added warnings about foreign men.
Go ahead, take advantage, I thought, as Alvaro touched my leg.
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I can see that happen — Barcelona is a just that kind of city… and they truly lisp
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Someday… someday I will go, and drink sangria in Barcelona. 😉 Thanks for stopping by Björn.
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I recommend the cava instead though.. Tastes better with tapas
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I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks; I do love tapas!
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Ah, romance. I recommend it. haha. Great story.
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Thanks so much Jackie! I probably see this as a little less “romantic,” as sexy. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a long term relationship coming out of this! 😉 Thanks for stopping by each week J; I really appreciate it.
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I enjoy reading your stories, so no hardship there. 🙂
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Ah mere leg caress…ah, I was getting ready to blush… 🙂
Very fun little scene! Makes me long for travel…
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The leg caress only leads to bigger caresses, Kat. Take my word for it. 😉
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I don’t know if I like Alvaro. At least make him buy you a whole bottle of sangria before you let him touch your leg!
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It’s not about the sangria, Perry, it’s about the accent. 😉
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hmmmm sounds like a good city to do something fun after a divorce 🙂 loved your story, Dawn and congratulations on your win!! 🙂
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Thanks KZ! Congrats to you as well! It was a fun week for both of us! 😉 I think Barcelona would be a very fun place to land, after something that awful. Hope to never find out, but I might let my husband play Alvaro. 😉
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You could do much worse than Barthelona! I can relate to being young and in Spain, where falling in love with one of the local beauties would be as easy as falling off a log. I imagine the men are equally appealing, although I haven’t really noticed. I like the carefree quality of this piece, how it floats in and then away like a dream before awakening. You are showing some versatility, which I admire.
Good luck with the Tipsy-Lit! I am pleased to see you getting into the writing groove and also getting the recognition you deserve. – Mike
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Thanks so much Mike. It’s been an exciting week indeed.
I think you and Florence can head out to a Spanish tavern and do a little role playing. Hola, me llamo Miguel. 😉 I agree, there’s something about Spain that just cries sexy.
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Wow! You remembered my pickup line. I am impressed. 🙂
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Indeed. 😉
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Oh, maybe you can ignore the warnings for one night 😉
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Si, what is one night? Thanks Jan.
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Good story, Good luck with Tipsy Lit this week.
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Thanks Patricia! I just hope I can get a story done, that is worthy of the votes! I appreciate your kind support and encouragement; thanks! 😀
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Nice story and congrats on your success.
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Thanks so much Zanaib; I appreciate your support.
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The lisp was a cute touch. Happy Anniversary!
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Thanks Deanna. I always love the way Spaniards talk!
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I think there’s a reason that in Latin America they dropped the lisp. Lovely writing, darling.
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Thanks Helena; much appreciated. Personally, I love that lisp, but maybe it’s best that only the Spaniards use it. 😉
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Love that she’s going to take advantage of him. btw…happy, happy anniversary…have a lovely valentine’s day celebration!
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Thanks Hugmama! I always appreciate your kind feedback.
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Yes please I’ll have another. Thank you for the little romantic fantasy. This will be my sweet dream valentine.
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Thanks! A little fantasy is good from time to time. Glad you enjoyed it. 😉
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Fun! (This is the first I’ve read that wasn’t macabre, too.)
(Though those were also fun.)
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There tend to be a lot of macabre pieces here at FF each week… it’s a talented, twisted group of writers! They make it fun every week!!
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She is going to live! Good for her. Ole indeed.
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Thanks Patrick! It’s all one can do… right? Thanks for the support.
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Querida Dawn,
I had a college professor from Barthelona. It drover her nuts that I’d picked up an Argentinian accent in high school. She just could never make me lisp. But I did slur my double L’s.
Great story. I could feel my own leg tingle. 😉
Paz y shalom,
Rochelle
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Gracias Rochelle! We had a Spanish teacher in high school, who was from Spain. We all lisped! 😉 It was a while before I learned that that was not how all Spanish speakers spoke! It’s Valentine’s Day, we should all have tingly legs, sí? Shabbat Shalom. dawn
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Oo la la! Well done! I remember when I was lucky enough to visit Barcelona (they were prepping for the Olympics there), and learned about the pronunciation. At first I thought the guy had a lisp. I learned.
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Hopefully, you had fun learning! wink wink. Thanks for this great comment Susan. 😀
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I … LOVE … this … story! I have friends in BCN and I have been there a few times, even wrote a story about one of my visits. You nailed it! Bjorn is right, though. Cava IS better with tapas.
There is one technical note. They lisp the “c” before the vowel, never the “s” and they lisp the “z” as well. Similar approach in Italy with the “c” before the vowel is a “ch” sound or in America where we say “sh” with a “cio” and a “cia” at the end of certain names and words.
Fun stuff.
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Wow! Thank you so much! I really appreciate this helpful feedback, and it’s always wonderful when someone loves your work, so bingo! As for Cava, you and Björn have it all wrong… she is there for sangria, with a sexy man… tapas are not on the menu. 😉
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Great story, Dawn. Maybe I should work on my lisp. It got the green light for Alvaro. 🙂
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Those accents slay the the ladies, Russell! 😉 Thanks so much for stopping by!
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LOVE THIS!!! xoxo
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Thanks!! It was a fun write! xo Don’t forget to check out my entry for this week’s competition; not as easy reading, but a big gulp! Aloha!
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What happens in Spain, stays in Spain. Great story!
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Indeed. 😉 Thanks Riya! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
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Love the flirty fun of this piece and now I am dying for sangria!
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Thanks Kourtney… it was a fun piece to write!
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