Loving Indie

How should I start this entry?

I have had the honour to have my old friend Indeterminacy publish one of my own photos on his site (for New Year, no less! Thank you!!) as inspiration for original one-minute short stories by Indie, the king himself and fellow bloggers who are as always, brilliant at it!

Here's the picture!



Ok that's a bottle of Limoncello (zesty lemon liquor from Sicily) or what I call Liquid Gold that I am absolutely crazy about. At first sip, you'll first be greeted by the amazing fragrance of thousands of lemons that you could easily lose yourself in. The liquor itself tastes sweet and tangy but surprises you with a jolt of real warmth as the liquid makes its way through the esophagus, soothing the nerves and leaving you in bliss. And then you will know in your heart that you would kill for another sip or two. Limoncello is the essense of Life itself.

Word of caution: It should only be drunk straight and chilled. No ice cubes!! No mixing!!

Anyway, my version would never match yours, Indie but here you go!

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Greg was tired of life. After 2 divorces and a string of failed relationships behind him after the latest divorce from his vicious, mean ex-wife Martha, Greg was beginning to lose hope. Not one woman seemed to want to call him after the first date! He felt rejected and betrayed. What went wrong, Greg kept asking himself, as his self-esteem startes to dip lower and lower... Well, indeed he was having the custody of his two young sons, as Martha was determined not to take this burden with her. They are very charming and polite little boys, and no one would have rejected him because of that.

So Greg went home defeated to seek comfort with a glass of wine, one that he has kept for special occasions. And at that, a glass of scotch too. Well, he wasn't supposed to be drinking so much, as he had a little of a breath problem and drinking and eating strong-smelling food would leave him with a bad breath for the next few days. And no one likes an alcoholic. No one wanted him, so what the heck, so Greg thinks. As Greg tumbled through his front door, the children's nanny, a plain, bespectacled and shy but clumsy girl named Brenda, who at the age of 29 still doesn't have a boyfriend. She's a nice girl and Greg knew it, but he had never taken notice of her... as men, as shallow as it may seem, are still very much prioritizing a girl's looks rather than her personality.

As Greg entered through the door in a daze, he stepped on a pail of water that Brenda has left there unintentionally and Brenda went running towards him, to try to save him from falling, but both of them fell flat on the floor in an embrace. Everything seems to be moving so slowly and then when their lips touched, though it wasn't intended to be that way, magic happened! The whole room bursted into lemons!! This kiss with Brenda was the most amazing he had ever had! It was fresh and tangy, but at the same time, sweet... and Brenda's lips were warm and inviting. Greg was suddenly transported to the beautiful island of Sicily and as hard as Greg tried to rub his eyes and wake up from this beautiful dream, he could only see Brenda and notice how she was now bathed in golden light, just like a good bottle of limoncello should be.

They fell in love right away and began spending time with each other everyday, never to tire of each other. Greg felt younger and happier than ever as he has finally found his elizir of life. And he lived spellbound by the limoncello goddess until the very last day of his life.

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Please go to Indeterminacy to read his and fellow's bloggers take on this pic! Brilliant posts.....

Another amazing story that Monsieur Indeterminacy had written from another photo donated by me: The Melon Story. Enjoy!!

p.s. The name Greg was inspired by my previous boss, though I do not know why I used it.

p.p.s. The homemade limoncello that I have been making turned out great! Very proud of myself :o)


(Homemade goodness)