"Wild Plums"

Sometimes a great sadness settled in. There seemed little hope of ever actually meeting him. Perhaps, some years down the road, they'd share a meal somewhere: in a crowded pub or an outdoor restaurant.
She reminded herself not to want more than that. Desire would only drown her.
On a walk some distance from the castle she'd discovered wild plums. A single tree offered up its branches, its fruit no larger than grapes or green olives, not much plumper than the pit they carried. She bit into one and the sweet tang of its flesh spread through her, wakening her very being.








20 July 2008
Civitella Ranieri