Friday Fictioneers: After the affair

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


 

I wander into town, into  a breeze carrying the scent of jasmine and cafe noisette from the chalets along the river.

I inhale until my head swims, open my eyes and see the brightly coloured tiles, the pattern like a jumper I gave you one Christmas.

And you’re there, slipping it over your head and I’m laughing at how small it is on you, how long the arms are. And I can smell conifer and taste brandy, thick on my tongue.

And you, I taste you.

I stop and watch ripples spread over the water.

 


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. Use the photo as inspiration to write a tale in 100 words or fewer. See here to join in and to read the other tales.

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48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: After the affair

  1. There’s such a sense of joy, lost joy, and nostalgia in this. The only thing that dragged me out of it was ‘chalets’. I get such an ugly image with that, but that’s possibly just me. Loved it otherwise. You’re so good at these abstract descriptive phrases that provoke such a vast sense of place, time, feeling.

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    1. Thank you so much, Sandra – such a lovely comment and it means a lot coming from you 🙂 I know what you mean about ‘chalets’ – that was me Googling the French word for cottage, but you’re right, other associations indeed. Thank you for reading and for your feedback

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  2. A super use of the prompt I enjoyed the feel of your piece but thought it maybe it would feel more authentic if you say château’s instead of challets. The Christmas jumper made me giggle and you’re right it does resemble the christmas sweater.

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    1. Good call, Ellen – I was searching for the French word for ‘cottage’ and that’s what popped up. Shows up my lack of linguistic skills! Glad you enjoyed it otherwise and thanks for reading 🙂

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    1. Thanks so much. The break up of a relationship is similar to the grieving process – suddenly you’ll be reminded of the person you’ve lost and a tsunami of grief will hit you. No escaping it. Thanks so much for reading 🙂

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    1. Thanks so much Alicia. Maybe it’s the scent of coffee? Could be anytime from the mid 20th C on I suppose. I like that, though, so thank you! And thanks fr reading 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much. Funny what can take you back, isn’t it? A smell, a sound, a glimpse of shoulders. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment 🙂

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