my fifth entry for the @oqpromptparty, friday. 199. Robin & Regina meet & fall in love
in their 50’s. ff.net
He was in
Rome since, merely, a week, and he was already in love. Not with a woman – it
was entirely too early for that, although his caring nature could have eased
one’s way in his heart and gained his affections. He was in love with the city…
Margherita, had so kindly proposed an Italian escapade – at her place, she’d
written, in a morning letter, to mellow
his gloomy mood and cheer him up, for he was too shamefully sad and she didn’t
think it was wise nor healthy, too brood after his late wife.
died after an exhausting sickness which the doctors couldn’t treat. Their son
of thirty, Roland, had come back from America – a long trip by boat, he’d
missed the funeral, but said he wanted to be there for his father. Robin had
relished his grandchildren’s love, children he’d seen for the first time. But
Marian and his memories were craved in his heart, and staying there in the very
same house where they’d created those memories was simply too much. Roland had
soon noticed the deterioration of his manners, patience and moods.
invitations had come one day, as he was having breakfast with Roland and his
wife Grace. Come here with us,
Margherita had written, this air and this
sky will do wonders for your mind, you’ll go back as a new man.
So Italy it
was. A long journey, preceded by the goodbyes to Roland and his family, the
hugs with his grandkids and his daughter-in-law. He’d given orders for the
house to be looked after while he was gone. The servants had splayed white
cotton pieces of fabric above tables and sofas, and some of them had gone to
work elsewhere, as he didn’t know when he’d be back in England. Margherita and
his husband had welcomed him with kind words and a behavior that was – maybe –
a bit too coddling for his liking. As if he were a convalescing man, they’d
lower their voice when passing ext to his room on the first day, until he’d
asked them to stop, that he wasn’t sick, he was melancholic.
Rome had bloomed in autumn, and the season of dancing and great meetings had
reopened. It was lively, the capital, and Margherita’s house was in such a
perfectly situated place, that he’d fallen for blue skies, the nearby fountains
and the roman ruins.
Okay, remember when you were complainig about AbramsTrek, and said it was time for a Star Trek series to return to TV? Yeah. Then remember when you argued online for days about which Universe it should be in?
Well, looks like Paramount read the arguments, decided to pick “none of the above”, and, according to Deadline, have greenlit a TV series based on “Galaxy Quest”.