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It’s Sunday and as usual Mark is on his pilgrimage to the Golden Cross public house. He’s weary having endured another difficult week, and the hill is steep, but the reward that awaits him will lessen the burden he bears.
‘Garlic bread and a glass of red, please Vic’, he says to the bar-tender. He always says that!
He eats his bread, sips the wine, and emits a satisfied sigh. A simple pleasure, but once again his soul is filled with joy!
‘That was heavenly Vic’ he says.
‘Bless you, Mark’, he replies.
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Thanks to Sammi for hosting the Weekend Writing Prompt. I thought it was about time I gave it another go!
❤️
Thanks, Beth!
That was great, Keith! Perhaps if my church served garlic bread and wine I’d consider going back. 🥖🍷
LOL!
Me too Nancy! My Friend Rosey once said she’d go if they offered Chardonnay!
Sounds really good!
Beautiful story, Keith. I enjoyed your reading as well.
I’m pleased, thanks, Suzette!
There is a renewal in the simple pleasure of a weekly ritual.
Perfectly put, Mimi!
Never tire of listening to your special stories.
Thanks, M’lady, nor me with your songs – Besame Mucho is still playing in my mind!
Simple pleasures indeed.
Simple, but pious! Thanks, Sadje.
You’re most welcome
Now that’s my kind of pilgrimage! A friendly face, a bite to eat and a drink to sip…
Always a fine story or scene to hop into.