Written for The Unicorn Challenge where
we are urged to get creative in 250 words or less.
The photo below is our inspiration; this is my story.

Carlo sat at the kitchen table working on a crossword puzzle, fresh-brewed coffee in his cup and biscotti from Nonna’s bakery for dunking. A steady thumping sound from across the room broke his concentration. Carlo glanced up to see his wife Marie making homemade pasta; he adjusted his glasses for a better look.
Marie’s rhythmic undulations were mesmerizing; Carlo thought “After 30 years of marriage and six kids, Marie still looks hot. My good luck! I married a goddess!”
Placing his glasses on the table, Carlo stood up and walked over to Marie. He eased in closer, their bodies touching. Marie chuckled and leaned back, her head resting on Carlo’s chest. She whispered softly “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” Carlo countered defensively. “You look so alluring and seductive, I thought we’d have a little booma-booma.”
Marie spun around, brown eyes shooting gamma rays of death. “Booma-booma, my foot, Mr. Hot-To-Trot! In the first place, we just got back from 6AM Mass and you’re thinking sex! You’re sick! In the second place, this is the kitchen, for God’s sake. What kind of people have sex in the kitchen? And in the third place, I’m cooking here. Nothing short of a heart attack interrupts Sunday gravy. Now, remove your hands from my hips or, I swear to God, I’ll break your fingers with my rolling pin!”
Carlo retreated to the safety of the den, mumbling “La mia sfortuna! Ho Sposato una strega!”*
“I heard that!” Marie snapped.
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250 Words
*My bad luck! I married a witch!
This is “Oh Marie” by Louis Prima
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Wonderful
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Thanks very much, Caleb.
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I’m picking up New Jersey vibes here, you and your gravy! Lovely vignette, if today were a Sunday, I would imagine it was happening somewhere right now!
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Close but no cigar. New York ….. The Bronx, to be precise.
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I had a friend from New Jersey, and she was the only person I ever knew that used the word gravy for what I call sauce, so I thought maybe it was a Jersey thing.
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I had a lot of family in Jersey; they called it ‘gravy as we did in NY. It’s definitely a location thing and the disagreements have led to family feuds! To-may-to, to-mah-to.
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Funny. We humans can be petty little creatures at times….
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It doesn’t take much to set some people off.
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What a great take, Nancy!
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Thank you kindly, Chris! This was fun!
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Lovely snippet of life in the raw, Nancy.
Thankfully the rolling pin stopped it getting too raw!
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It’s true, CE. Those rolling pins can leave a lasting impression.
Pleased to know you enjoyed Carlo & Marie.
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Ha! This is so funny!!
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Thanks, Di! I’m glad I gave you a laugh!
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🙂
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There is nothing wrong with having sex in the kitchen, but you must make sure that you do not to burn the kitchen down while you are doing it.
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Remember the old adage? If you can’t take the heat…..
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I’m laughing over here. Church is supposed to stir up your emotions, I believe Carlo’s initial reaction should be considered appropriate. Having said that… Marie was busy.
They were both right.
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Don’t tell Marie that!
Thanks TN; this is very true to life.
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A lively portrayal of what Sundays were like back in the day, when a woman’s place was as clearly defined as a man’s right to sit doing crosswords and dunking Nonna’s biscotti in fresh-brewed coffee.
I can see where Carlo’s coming from, but I suspect Marie, six children in, is secretly lining up her bra for burning.
Great take, Nancy.
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Growing up in Da Bronx, this is how it was.
We write what we know. I know the Sicilian way.
Thanks very much, Jenne. I’m glad you enjoyed Carlo & Marie.
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He changed his mind very quickly 😂😂😂
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The rolling pin is very convincing!
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Very 😂
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Ha ha! And they’ve been married how long?
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Right? Go figure!
Thanks, cara mia!
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lol
excellent(to!)
we try (imo) to write engaging stories… this, well, this is a door with someone we thought of as a friend, their hand on our backs, pushing us into the room
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Grazie, Clark.
“thought of as a friend” …. che cosa?
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yeah, that’s what gets us to let our guard down! lol
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love this story 💜💜💓
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Thanks so much, Sis! ♡
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