Lemonade Poems の小説・ストーリー

Beside the bowl, a glass of cold lemonade sparkled with condensation, tiny droplets running down the sides. "Here, the farmer’s wife says you remind her of her daughter.” Jelo says and I look back, the farmer wife waves at me. I wave back at her and I smile. “I remind her of her daughter? Does this dress belong to her daughter then?” I ask. “Perhaps, their daughter is dead.” Jelo says. “Oh, poor thing.” I say. The scent of the sweet strawberries mixed with the tangy aroma of the lemonade makes my mouth water. I take the glass of lemonade first, the coolness of it is refreshing as I sip. The tart flavor is something I never thought I would crave. The sweetness bursts onto my tongue as I bite

He didn’t waste time—he pulled forward fresh fruit, delicate creams, and polished molds. “Today,” he said in accented English, “we will create one of my favorites. Le Citron.” My eyes widened. The Lemon. I had seen pictures of this masterpiece, perfectly shaped like a lemon on the outside, but inside… a delicate harmony of textures: lemon curd, almond biscuit, white chocolate. The epitome of edible art.

I wanted him to be able to touch me easily. I went to the kitchen and made a big pitcher of cold lemonade. I put a lot of ice in it. I walked out to the backyard. Leo was already there. He was moving a large pile of wood. He was not wearing a shirt today either. His back was wide and strong. I could see the sweat making his skin shine like gold.

November blinked at him, “I think you missed your calling, you should be a poet you sweet talker.” He smiled. “Is it working?” “What?” “It’s in here.” Leonidas pulled his hand up, cellphone at hand. November stared at the screen. 100 WAYS TO MAKE HER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU #2. Women love an honest man who knows his way around words. Be Honest and Poetic. November laughed, “It didn’t work but it gave you a free pass in the bedroom.” she buried her face in the crook of his neck, she nipped him.

Twenty minutes later, Hector came back and plopped lemons down beside Madeline with a thud. Madeline glanced up from her painting to the unpeeled lemons and asked, "You think I can eat these like that?" Hector jutted out his chin defiantly. "Why not? They're the priciest lemons from the grocery store!" Was it about the price? Madeline gave him a long look. "You've got to wash the lemons, slice them up, and dunk them in water to make lemon water, you know. " All that for a drink?

The waiter worked swiftly as he placed everything on the table. A steaming bowl of chicken alfredo was placed in front of me as well as a large glass of raspberry lemonade. The drink was a gorgeous shade of vibrant pink. Thin slices of lemon and tiny clumps of frozen raspberries floated freely in the glass. Bouncing amongst the other deliciously as I poked the cup with a giddy gasp. “Are those real raspberries?! You put real raspberries with your lemonade?!” “The lemonade is made with real raspberries. But we usually don't add extra fruit to the drink. Mother told me it’s something you like.” Smugness seeped into his smile. “Seems she was right.”

A maid walks in moments later carrying a tray. “Hi. What would you all like to drink?” she asks politely. “Just water for me,” I say. The guys ask for soda. She returns quickly, placing a tall glass of water in front of me with lemon floating inside. I smile immediately. “Thank you,” I say softly. That water always tastes different, more cleaner, fresher somehow. I take a sip, then look up at her. “Excuse me, can I ask you something? I know it’s more than lemon in this water. What else is in it?”

she asks us. Ashlyn glances at me. "Do you trust me?" When I nod, she tells the waitress, "We'll do a couple of pomegranate lemonades, please." "That sounds good," I say as the waitress walks away. And exotic. You'd never find something like that back home. "You can also get it with vodka, if you're feeling adventurous," Ashlyn says with a wink. "When you're not pregnant, of course." She leans toward me. "How are you doing? Still dealing with nausea?"

“We need you to drink the medicine to help Lenora wake up.” She swallows hard and slowly smacks her lips. When she stops, she relaxes and her wolf features fade. Lenora looks peaceful with a soft smile that makes me smile. “It’s not a pleasant taste. Very tart, like a bitter lemon.” Delilah shakes her head. “I still haven’t found a way to sweeten it.” “That would explain her reaction. Wolves don’t like lemons, but Leni loves them. Strawberry lemonade is her favorite thing in the whole wide world.” I chuckle and smooth her hair back. “Isn’t it, Sugar?”

I called him as he took out a glass jug of freshly squeezed lemon juice. “I'm in the kitchen.” he replied, making a clanging sound of his pot and cooking spoon. I came in trotting barefooted on the tiled floor, “the floor is very cold. And.. is that lemonade..? Can I please have one glass, please..?!” I begged as Carl brought out a glass and poured some of the lemonade for himself.