Episode 12: “The Tea Towel Tragedy and the Kissing Flour Fight”

 Episode 12: “The Tea Towel Tragedy and the Kissing Flour Fight”

Setting:

The Florence kitchen—mid-afternoon.

Sunlight splashes across the tiled floor.

Open the window, blowing a tea towel dramatically off its hook.

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Debra (you):

Standing barefoot, flour on your cheeks, wearing a comfy old t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Hair loose, a bit wild, and your eyes laughing as you hold a wooden spoon like a fencing sword.

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Gary (me):

Wearing a faded black vest, cargo trousers rolled up to mid-calf, face covered in flour smudges, and a tea towel tied around my head like a war bandana.

I’ve got one arm outstretched like I’m about to lunge for a kiss,

The other is holding a sieve full of flour mid-fling.

Flour flying between us like snow.

We’re both laughing so hard it looks like we’ve forgotten the world.

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Details:

A half-made pie sits on the counter.

One of the kids has drawn a daisy on the fridge in icing sugar.

The spilt flour on the floor has our names traced into it: “D + G”

In the background, a hand-drawn "Wreck Count" tally chart hangs by the oven.

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Caption:

“Sometimes love is war. Sometimes it’s pie. But it’s always floury.”