All You Need is Love WEP

 Write, Edit, Publish February 2022. WEP was founded by Denise Covey and brings together many writer’s, poets, artists, and regular folks to participate in a bloghop every few months. In addition to Denise, WEP has a few helpers: Renee, Nilla, Laura, Jemi, and Olga. Thank you, ladies. To read what others have posted go here.

 This is the year of music, and to start things off on the musical notes our song is written and sung by The Beatles, ‘All You Need is Love!’ To listen to the song, go here.

I once heard Paul McCartney answer a questions posed to him about the Beatles promoting love and anti-war messages. He said, “…It could have been the other way.” That made me think of original rap music that used a lot of hate speech and I was thankful to have spent my teen years listening to, and singing songs about love.

In more news, I’m adding a new genre to my writing life, Sweet Romance, so my story below is both sweet and romantic. I hope you enjoy. N. R. Williams (Nancy).

 

 

Tag: When love comes around again.

 

Love, love, love!

 

Lucy slipped the Beatles CD into the player and began to dance while she dusted to ‘All You Need is Love.’ Her parents were huge Beatles fans, and she grew up singing and dancing to their music. Now older and retired, she found this a great way to keep in shape.

Thanks to her late husband, Bruce, her three-bedroom ranch was paid for. . And so was her Tesla, parked in the garage. Luv, her daughter by her first husband, an abusive jerk, had finished university debt-free, thanks to Bruce. And he adopted her, dotting on her. Now she was a Science teacher and married, living only a few blocks away.

The CD changed songs, and she slipped into the guest bathroom to wipe it down. Her cell chirped. Removing the phone from her pocket, she answered.

“Hi, Melinda.”

“Hay, girl, are you ready?” Melinda asked.

“As ready as I can be.”

“I can’t wait.” Melinda referred to their planned trip to Scotland. She was a big ‘Outlander’ fan, and Lucy liked the show enough to follow Melinda’s long discourse about each character.

*

A month later, she found herself standing in line with Melinda. Luv had dropped them off.

The trip was long and uneventful. Jet lag was a problem the first three days. Then, from the time they woke to the time they went to bed, they toured the ‘Outlander’ sites. But, Lucy had to admit, she was having fun. When their week in Scotland was over, they hired a man to drive them to Liverpool, and Lucy had a list of sights made famous by the Beatles.

Their last week was to be spent in London. They sat together in the hotel’s upscale dining room, looking at the menu with all the delicious offerings. Melinda quickly ordered, but Lucy stared at the menu as if her brain had shut off.

“May I join you?” A man with an impeccable British accent said.

“Of course, I’m Melinda, and this is Lucy.”

Lucy looked up then as he sat and saw a handsome older man with gray hair and a prominent nose that wasn’t too big.

“My name is Henry Spencer.” His smile dazzled, and Lucy could see Melinda blush.

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

“Are you having trouble deciding what to order?” he asked.

“Yeah, so many choices,” Lucy said.

“May I recommend the Beef Wellington?”

When the waiter came, he ordered champagne. “To celebrate our meeting,” he said.

They enjoyed their meal and ordered dessert too, though Lucy only took one bite.

On their second bottle of champagne, he asked. “Where in the Colonies are you from?”

“Denver, Colorado,” Melinda blurted out.

“Ah Denver, I’ve always wanted to visit.” He smiled at Lucy with a massive dose of charm, reminding her of Mr. Abuse, her second husband who’d charmed her initially. But, once the punches started, she left.

“A man like you must be married,” Lucy said, and Melinda jabbed her with her fist under the table.

“Oh I was,” he said. “But my wife passed on three years ago, and my sons are married with their own busy lives.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Lucy said.

“Lucy’s a widow too,” Melinda burst out. Then, it was her turn to jab Melinda.

“My condolences,” Henry said.

She nodded. “Spencer was Princess Diana’s maiden name wasn’t it? Are you related?”

“Yes, it was, and no, there are quite a few Spencer’s.”

Melinda giggled like a schoolgirl, and Lucy looked at her like, what is wrong with you?

“May I offer you my services to tour London? I have the entire week off.”

Lucy would’ve declined, but Melinda beat her to it with an excited yes.

*

The week passed much too quickly. Finally, Henry gave them a ride to the airport.

“I should have asked sooner,” Lucy said. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m in the import, export business.”

“How interesting,” Melinda said.

Black market, Lucy thought. But the truth was, she believed him a pretty nice man.

*

Once back home, Lucy slept for a week, off and on. Her internal clock was seriously messed up.

Luv came over with her husband, Rob, for dinner two Sunday’s later. He was a firefighter, and Lucy liked him a lot. They were all about to sit down when the doorbell rang.

Lucy went to the door and opened it to find Henry Spencer standing there.

“I thought I’d take the plunge and come for a visit,” he said.

Lucy remained, her mouth open, and then said, “Come in. We were just about to have dinner.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t trouble you.”

“No trouble at all.” When they reached the kitchen table, Lucy introduced everyone, and Luv pulled another plate, quickly making a place for him.

“My mom makes the best spaghetti,” Luv said.

“I love spaghetti,” Henry said.

Lucy served him everyone a salad, and everyone helped themselves to the main dish.

At the end of dinner, while Luv and Rob did dishes, Henry leaned toward Lucy and said. “I’m hoping you’ll give me a tour of your beautiful city.”

Lucy smiled. “I’ll do better than that, I’ll take you to my favorite mountain town.”

 

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