Sand, Sea & Tamburello: 10 humorous and heartwarming short stories for Summer
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Ten stories that sparkle with the Sicilian sea, ring with the singsongs of fishmongers, and warm the heart like the summer’s sun.
Includes one brand new Don Pericle story.
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Sand, Sea & Tamburello - Stefania Hartley
Sand, Sea & Tamburello
10 humorous and heartwarming short stories for Summer
Stefania Hartley
The Sicilian Mama
Copyright © 2024 Stefania Hartley
ISBN 978-1-914606-43-4
Publisher: The Sicilian Mama
All rights reserved
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.
Stefania Hartley asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
Find more about Stefania Hartley and her contact details at the end of this book.
Stories 1,2,3,4,6,7,9,10 were first published in The People’s Friend magazine. Story 5 was first published in The Other Side of Hope. Story 8 has never been published before.
Cover by Joseph Witchall
To Sandy, friend, editor and all-round wonderful person. x
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Fishful Thinking
No Stone Unturned
Break The Ice
Best Served Cold
Sand, Sea & Tamburello
Safe as Houses
Not So Loud
A Gracious Host
A Drop in The Bucket
One Summer in Sicily
Books In This Series
Books By This Author
About The Author
Praise For Author
Fishful Thinking
Rosetta, the doctor’s daughter, had the most beautiful hair in the village. When she sat at her balcony to dry it in the sun, it shone like spun gold.
Wash, comb and dry in the sun. Every morning she did the same thing.
It’s not good for your hair to be washed so much,
her mother told her.
But Rosetta didn’t care about her hair. All she cared about was being at her balcony when the young fishmonger drove past in his three-wheeled Piaggio Ape.
He peddled his wares through the Ape’s loudspeaker in a velvety tenor voice.
Swordfish, mullet, brill and eel—only ten euros: a wonderful deal!
Every morning, he stopped under Rosetta’s balcony and looked up at her with his jade eyes sparkling against his golden skin. Rosetta’s heart skipped a beat.
"Would you like some fish today, signorina?"
No, thank you.
She shook her head, making her hair glitter in the sun.
Your hair blinds me.
Then don’t look.
I can’t help it. I am like the fish when they swim up to the lights of the fishing boats at night.
Be careful, because the fish end up in the net,
Rosetta warned him.
This fish wants to get caught in this net,
he replied, his hands on his heart.
You shouldn’t talk like this to girls on their balconies,
she protested at this point, because she knew that the neighbours were listening behind their shutters.
She retreated behind her French doors.
But she kept looking at his Ape through the slats until it disappeared from her street. She would have loved to go downstairs and buy his fish, to be closer to him.
But her parents didn’t like fish and her mother said it made the house smell. So all she could do was entertain conversations with him from her balcony, every morning a little longer, every time a little deeper.
He never seemed in a hurry to drive on, and they talked about the iridescent fish and the green sea where it came from, the parched mountains behind the village and the cobalt blue sky above it.
One afternoon, when Rosetta was trying to concentrate on her poetry book, her sister asked her, Don’t you like poetry anymore?
I do, but I’ve met a better poet than the ones in the books.
Who would that be?
The young fishmonger who drives past our house every morning.
If you marry a fishmonger, your house will smell of fish forever,
her sister pointed out.
I don’t care.
Rosetta had seen how gently he handled the fish and had imagined him holding their babies. She had heard him sing the praises of his fish with the voice of an angel and had imagined him singing a love song for her. What if his house, his clothes and his bed smelled of fish? If that was the smell of his skin, it would smell delicious to her.
He’s poor.
I don’t mind,
she insisted.
If the only gold he ever possessed was the golden speckles in his eyes, and the only silver he owned the scales of his fish, she would be the richest woman on earth.
Mamma and Papà will never allow it.
This was the only thing that saddened her.
✽✽✽
Like every morning, Turi drove his Ape down the village’s main road. He didn’t have many customers here, and the sensible thing to do would be to skip this village and use his fuel and time somewhere else. But he had stopped being sensible the moment he had clapped eyes on the girl on the balcony.
Tuna, mackerel, squid and bream! I fulfil your every dream,
he sang.
She was his dream.
He stopped under her balcony and sang into the loudspeaker.
Octopus, shrimps, clams and prawn, each of your wishes is my very own.
He stepped out of the Ape and looked up. There she was, beautiful like the sun in a cloudless sky.
You can’t possibly fulfil people’s dreams,
she challenged him, working her comb through her hair.
Try me.
How do you know what other people wish for?
I can tell. First of all, I need to know their names. What’s yours?
Rosetta.
And I’m Turi. Now I’ve fulfilled our first wishes—we know each other’s names.
I didn’t want to know your name,
Rosetta protested, but her cheeks turned the colour of lobster shells.
If you want me to fulfil more wishes, you’ll need my fish,
Turi continued.
I knew it was just a trick.
She busied herself with an imaginary knot in her hair.
It’s not a trick: it’s my song’s promise. And I didn’t say that you need to buy my fish,
he explained. I’m going to give it to you for free.
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