Since I moved to Portugal, I have “inherited” two new families, one Portuguese consisting of my partner’s step-children and their families, and one French consisting of his brothers and sister and their families, his mother and his ailing aunt.

Both his mother and his aunt are now in their 80s, his mother providing ’round-the-clock care for the aunt who has — as the French say, “has diminished responsibilities” — a softer and kinder phrase than the harshness of Alzheimer’s or senile dementia and which describes her condition with accuracy and grace.

When I first met this good lady, her memory was better than now, and although prone to getting stuck in a groove, she still had a variety of grooves to get stuck from stories of her time in Morocco or her time spent as a nurse in various hospitals in France.

They were time and context specific and were good stories in their own right which deserved to be told and amusing enough to be heard several times.

As the real-time clock has moved forward the number of grooves has diminished along with her responsibilities and we are now stuck in the land of a thousand tarts.

Her tarts — especially those made with the tiny Mirabelle plum famous in this part of France are superb — she has been renowned throughout her life for her tarts and her pastry is the stuff legends are made of.

When dinner conversation lulls she gallantly restarts the conversation with “I must have made thousands of tarts” which then trails off to a wistful contemplative silence where you can almost envisage her at the kitchen worktop kneading her pasty and selecting her fruit, adding the sugar and then placing in the oven to cook.

Today, she almost jumped out of her groove when the inevitable, “I must have made thousands of tarts” was uttered after we had eaten tart for lunch and my partner replied, “and I must have eaten thousands of tarts.”

There was a pronounced silence from her at the totally unexpected answer, all of us at the table hushed and held our breath, exchanged anxious glances and then issued a collective sigh of relief when we heard the words “I must have made thousands of tarts.”

When the time comes, I think I will settle for the land of a thousand tarts, it seems a very comforting and benign place to be.

Posted by Nicola

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  1. This is such a touching and masterful story, Nicola! What a mighty talent you are, my love! The topic is so tender and thoughtful and humanly real.

    These 10txt stories — Tales Told In Exactly Ten Sentences — are tough to write because you must plan, be careful, and watch the punctuation and sentences! SMILE!

    Here, in your first 10txt shot, you have done it so well it doesn’t even feel like a 10txt story! Sometimes they can tend to feel mechanical and forced.

    Now I’m thinking the test of all new Boles Blogs authors should be to write a 10txt story — because it shows mastery and thoughtfulness and the ability to live within a strict set of publication rules. You either write it perfectly, or you do not — there’s no wiggle room for hiding.

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    1. What?! A story in 10 sentences! I accept this challenge and hope to write something a masterful and beautiful as this and all the others I have seen so far.

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      1. Good luck, Brielle! Remember these 10txt stories have a beginning and a middle and an amazing end. They sort of become math problems in some ways — trying to divvy it all up to make mechanical sense as a story.

        You can read them in chronological order here:

        https://bolesblogs.com/category/10txt/

        Here are a few of the favorites I wrote:

        https://bolesblogs.com/2011/03/09/denny-the-tumbleweed-ten-sentence-story-117/

        https://bolesblogs.com/2012/04/13/i-am-the-night-train-killer-ten-sentence-story-153/

        https://bolesblogs.com/2010/12/15/that-lad-can-throw-ten-sentence-story-106/

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      2. I spent 2012 writing a 10txt story per month, which all featured the same characters — Jerald! They are all linked from the final 10txt story which you can find here : https://bolesblogs.com/2012/12/12/thoughts-on-the-year-that-was-2012-ten-sentence-story-172/

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      3. Looking forward to seeing what you write Brielle – this format really got me out of a fix !

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    2. I was really grateful that Gordon reminded me of the format last week – it enabled me to pull a very scrappy piece of writting together into something presentable. I can recommend it as a focussing method to everyone if they find themselves floundering. It is also great discupline !

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  2. I love this and I love that I maybe inspired you! I can just imagine a thousand tarts lined up in a row!

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    1. You saved my bacon here – thank you Gordon !

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  3. […] fact for my 80 day absence was the premature closure of Mr P’s family house in Pau.  Mr P’s aged aunt’s health had deteriorated  to a stage where she needed more in-depth care than his equally elderly […]

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  4. […] For us it is a tangible reminder of the lady who made a thousand tarts. […]

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