The Dinner – Prosery

The wine did not matter. Nor the decadent dinner of lobster and steak. Not even the flowers with their heady scent. And not the sunlight highlighting your cheekbones and good breeding.

You hand me a package and when I open it and look crestfallen. You explain, “It is the moon wrapped in brown paper.” Your face was full of pride and expectation. 

“But darling,” I say, ”I had asked for fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, with malt vinegar and salt to sting my lips for you to kiss and tongue turn to tingle.”

“You deserve more than cold fish and soggy chips,” you counter. “How can I compare your beauty to fried food? I am a man of means and I mean to give you the best.”

I shake my head, the silence steeping the air and the realization sinking into my heart.

Image credit: Olga Solodilova Unsplash 
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a couple dining. The man has a glass of wine in his hand and he is looking at his companion. The woman is staring the other way, holding a few long stem flowers.

Early for Sadje’s What do you see #121 but late for d’Verse Prosery with Björn’s prompt to use the line “It is a moon wrapper in brown paper” in a 144 word piece of prose. If I really wanted to stretch it, this writing also fulfills d’Verse’s Tuesday Poetics for an un-Valentine’s Day Poem theme however it is prose and not a poem so that may disqualify it. With my aversion to Valentine’s Day, I was quite happy to see these prompts.

Yes, it’s true – I am not a big fan of Valentine’s Day. I am a big fan of chocolates but this day just seems so superficial to me. I am especially not a big fan of kids bringing in valentines to school. At least at my children’s school, they make all the kids bring in a valentine for each kid in the class. Gone are the days of worrying that you wouldn’t get a valentines in your shoebox mailbox. Maybe that is where my aversion to this holiday comes from.

There is just something so artificial about this day. Why are kids – who have no notion of romantic love – even celebrating this day? Why are we forcing them to proclaim love (or even friendship) to kids who may be mean to them? Plus, all that pink and red and white paper and glitter that will just pollute the earth. And the candy and sweets! We still have Halloween candy and now more comes in.

One blessing of this pandemic, for me, was the chance to stop and be more thoughtful about what I was doing and why. I’m now looking at what my family is doing and asking that same question. What are we doing and why are we doing it?

© iido 2022

9 thoughts on “The Dinner – Prosery

  1. I love your story Irma. I also asked the same question when my grandson was in third grade and we had to make Valentine’s gifts for every child in his class??? I too think that this is just s as commercial holiday with some serious effects on people. Thanks a lot for joining in this week.


  2. Love your story. A moon wrapped in a paper bag sounds so romantic. But =) I love Valentine’s Day. Not the commercial, glitzy, candy part. That sucks. I love the love part. Taught my kids to send Valentines to Nana if they wanted. Asked what they loved that year. Wrote it down. Songs, movies. Stuff like that. I loved decorating with deep red paper hearts, and writing messages like, “You’re my favorite kid born on a Tuesday.” (All six of my kids were born on different days.) XD You know me. I sign with a heart and a dot. Love. Period. I like the idea of Friendship Day too. Have to check that out! ♥.


  3. Great piece, Irma! “…sunlight highlighting your cheekbones and good breeding.” is my favourite line. Here in South Africa everyone wishes each other a Happy Valentine’s day, even in shops, and lots of people wear red. I hate whole the card thing, always have (although I’d never say no to good chocolate).


  4. It’s your concluding paragraph that’s going to stay with me, Irma: What are we doing and why are we doing it? We should all be asking ourselves this penetrating question from time to time. It’s a form of decluttering our lives as opposed to decluttering our “stuff”.


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