Prosery: All is Fair in Love

Dante Gabriel Rossetti, “Two Lovers,”(1850)  Pen and Ink with brown wash on paper

All is Fair in Love

Paul and I saw the pink rose painted on a wall. I remember the slow grin that lit up his tired face, just starting to look gaunt, as we all were.

“It’s you,” he said, “Beauty-with-thorns.”

Now as I’m searching for Paul, that rose has reappeared. It can’t be a coincidence. I feel like I’m being led with breadcrumbs, and I know the path may lead to a beast, not a prince. Yet, even with the risks, I can’t stop.

Is love or war fair? Who were you, Paul? Was it all a game? Every year I think, this year’s a different thing. I’ll not think of you with longing—or regret. But how do I banish a past so full of questions? How do I banish thoughts of you without some answers–?

A twig snaps. Is that young backpacker following me?

I’m hosting Prosery on dVerse today with the prompt line:

“This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.”
–from Charlotte Mew’s “I so liked spring.”

I’ve continued my spy story with a sort-of-love-themed post for Valentine’s. The previous episode ended with the pink rose.

While I was writing, I thought of this Stevie Wonder song.

59 thoughts on “Prosery: All is Fair in Love

  1. I love the Stevie Wonder song, Merril, and that you’ve continued your spy story with a Valentine theme – and the pink rose. I also like the fairy tale references and the hint of danger at the end.

  2. I so love this. It is perfectly timed, of course 🙂 I am not a huge Stevie Wonder fan but this one does speak to me and goes perfectly with your prosery (and I had to wait for it to end before pressing post!)

  3. I think all beauty has some thorns. Even we not so beautiful have a few, but beauty seems to hide the thorns. I think “Paul” is a bum, she should get rid of him. Thanks for the prompt, it was a fun one. 🙂

  4. I love the discussion here! And I love how you have woven this “exercise” – this great prompt – into the fabric of your continuing spy saga.

    The nostalgia about Paul is offset by the present moment snapping of the twig… danger alert!

    By the way, the pink rose (painted on a wall?) reminds me of a short story by O’Henry, in which the painting of ‘The Last Leaf’ – in place of the fallen (real) leaves on a wall shrub – serves as a survival aid for a woman dying of pneumonia. She lives – but not so lucky the elderly guy who painted the leaf on the wall for her…

    • Thank you so much for your thoughtful, detailed comment, Kathy! I’m so pleased you enjoyed the story/saga.
      Now when I get a chance, I will have to look up the O’Henry story. Thank you!

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