I remember this prompt, but for whatever reason I did not write a story for it. So, here’s a new one from me and it’s inspired by a story about Kiosks in Lisbon that I heard on NPR. See a description of the words below the story.
Thanks to our fairy blog mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to Ted Strutz for the remarkable photo. I’m five words over. Sorry about that. I’m feeling a bit rusty.
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(105 words)
Katerina’s Kiosk
Those from the old country knew “Katerina’s Kiosk” as simply “The Kiosk.” They nodded when they heard the words roll off Katerina’s tongue into the ears of her chosen ensemble of baristi, who prepared drinks with 100-year recipes.
Groselha. Capilé.
Patrons rubbing their temples, expecting their usual lager, received a frothy-white liquid of honeyed sweetness with crushed almonds and figs. Leite Perfumada.
A harpist played, plucking at your thoughts, inviting the gentle promise of new possibilities. After a visit here, patrons left jobs, wrote poetry, and traveled to faraway lands.
Don’t be afraid to get what you really want, a sign read above the bar.
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Baristi – baristas (plural in Italian)
Groselha – red currant refreshment
Capilé – maidenhair leaves with orange blossom water
Leite Perfumada – perfumed milk
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Oh that is gorgeous. Magical in its conception and “A harpist played, plucking at your thoughts” is a line of elegance and power
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Wow. I’m so flattered with your comments. Thank you, Neil.
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Beautiful! I’d like to go there! 🙂
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Thanks, Kelly! Me too. 🙂 Let’s go together.
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Perfect! xo
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Oooo I want to go there… I really want to go there. What a fabulous, mysterious place. I love the message behind the bar.
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Let’s all go! Thanks so much, Laurie. The question I ponder is do you dare lead the life you want? And wouldn’t you?
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I love this question. And i hope im heading in the right direction myself. Not there yet but stepping ever closer 😀
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So great to hear, Laurie. Good for you!
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A magical place with beautiful imagery!
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Dear Amy,
It sounds like a delightful place to be. Beautiful descriptions and imagery.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you. Rochelle. So glad you thought so.
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whatever the concoction, it must be intoxicating. 🙂
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Ha. Must be! Thanks, Plaridel.
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Sounds like the ideal place to go and rediscover yourself! Lovely and beautifully written 🙂
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I could use this place from time to time. Thanks so much, Ali. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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OK, I want to know where this place is so I can quit my job and travel to far-off places and write poetry. It reminded me of being at a coffeehouse in Spain where Ernest Hemingway used to frequent. Very cool, Amy. I wrote a different story for the prompt, too, but I decided I could do better than the last one I wrote.
Five out of five lumps.
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Thank you, Ken. I think Europeans are much better at coming together in public places. They don’t seem to worry about the clock as much as we do. Thanks for the lumps. I hope they’re lumps of sugar!
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They are. 😉
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Of all the thoughts that go with a bar scene, your choice was unexpected – and that’s what makes it good!
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I do my best, Frank. Thanks you!
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must be a wonderful place
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/08/icon-grill-prompt-ted-strutz-he-was-too.html
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Thank you. I think so, too.
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I’ll have whatever they are brewing. Nicely done with great imagery.
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Thanks so much, Subroto. Glad you enjoyed it!
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What a wonderful, imaginative place. Like Neil, I just love this line: ‘A harpist played, plucking at your thoughts…’ Lisbon is a magical city as it is, and such a place there is a lovely thought. If people led the life they really wanted, would that make them happy? I wonder about the people they left behind.
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Thanks so much, Gah. I apologize for the delay in responding. Been swamped! Thanks foe your thoughtful comments, as always. There’s always that line between obligation and freedom, which to many feels more like selfishness. Not a simple matter at all. Thanks for the kind words. 🙂 Lisbon seems like a magical place.
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There’s no need to apologize. I know what being swamped means. 🙂
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We need more places like this in the world.
Oh,and thanks for the glossary at the end.
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Thanks so much, Dawn. I’m glad you found that handy! The maidenhair leaves with orange blossoms are my favorite…whatever they are!
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What a delightful seeming place! It evokes thoughts of Circe and magical witches with magical brews, and this time hopefully leading to better ends – but you never know. Great use of language and imagery. I love the final line.
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Thanks so your delightful comments. It does seem like there could be some good and bad magic here if it got into the wrong hands. Glad you enjoyed it!
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Really creative take on the prompt, Amy. It sounds like a magical place. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne. I appreciate your comments. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Oh Amy – I’ve been offline for a week and it’s so nice to come back to find this lovely story! 😀
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Oh, I’ve missed you! What a wonderful thing to hear. You are so sweet, Dianne. Glad you found it!
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