May 14th, 2014 - This Is Just To Say
AUTHOR: dragons-dumpling
May 14th, 2014 - This Is Just To Say
It was a Saturday and on most Saturdays, people would sleep in and wake up hours later than they usually do. Arthur was no exception. Yawning, the Brit stretched as he sat up and looked to his left. Not a trace of his American lover who had lain there last night. He sighed, shimmied off the bed to slip his feet into his (lovely) pair of unicorn slippers and trudged to the bathroom to start the day.
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Arthur rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. The kitchen looked tidy and spotless. This scene was quite unusual for the Englishman for whenever Alfred woke up first, he'd have the kitchen in tatters as he made his own breakfast. Arthur shrugged the thought off as he began to make his breakfast. He loved making fruit tarts so that was what he was making to eat (whether it was a good breakfast food or not he didn't care). So the Brit got out a pre-made tart crust and some ingredients for the custard.
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After piping the custard into the tart, Arthur took his time wondering what fruits should be topped on the pastry. 'Oh, I had some plums Kiku gave me. I'll use those.' The Briton smiled, crossed the kitchen to the fridge and opened the door. It wasn't there. Instead of the plastic bag of plums, there was a scrap of paper. "This is strange." he murmured as he took the piece of paper and read the message:
'I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-Alfred :) '
'Is this Alfred's doing?' Arthur pondered and sighed, shaking his head with a smile at Alfred's attempts to woo him even more than he already did. He grabbed a magnet off the fridge and positioned the poem on the appliance before replacing the magnet on the scrap of paper and continued with his breakfast. Making sure to grab some blueberries and a banana, the Briton closed the fridge door and resumed preparing the tart. If Alfred is stepping up his A-game, he should've chosen better than William Carlos Williams.
[ In case anyone was wondering, the poem is This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams ]