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.
So beautiful.
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Thanks so much Dale!
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Gorgeous, Lynne.There’s atmosphere, feeling, and nostalgia packed into this
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Thank you so much, Neil! What a lovely comment 🙂 Thanks for reading
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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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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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I absolutely love this Lynn. Easily my favourite this week.
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Thanks so much, Louise. Really chuffed you enjoyed it so much. Made my day 🙂
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Beautifully done, Lynn.
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Ah, thank you, Maureen. Thanks for visiting and for reading 🙂
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Dear Lynn,
Beautiful piece of writing. Particularly the line, ‘…I taste you.’ So much added in just that. Lovely.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle! That’s really lovely of you. Glad you liked it 🙂
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Love the atmosphere in this. I can feel the heartache.
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Thanks so much Dawn 🙂
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It does look like a Christmas jumper! Hadn’t thought of that. Great writing.
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Thank you Iain. It does, doesn’t it? Funny where your mind takes you 🙂
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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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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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Simply lovely!
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Thank you Clare – very kind 🙂
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Sweet story. The double “into” at the start tripped me up slightly.
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Thanks for the pointer, Paul. Sometimes repetition works and sometimes it doesn’t. Thank you for reading 🙂
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Love this
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Thank you, Rosemary, really kind of you and so glad you liked it 🙂
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Great use of the prompt. Such a sweet, sad feeling to this one. Loved all the scents and tastes.
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Thank you, Joy, really lovely of you to say. Glad you liked it
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So beautiful and melancholic. I love the comparison to the sweater and how the association brings back the feelings with a vengeance. Great writing, as always.
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Thank you very much, Gabi – really lovely of you to say so. Thanks so much for reading 🙂
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A lovely atmospheric piece of writing.
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Thank you, Mike! That’s really nice of you to say so. Thanks so much for reading 🙂
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You achieve a beautiful sense of longing and wistfulness in this piece.
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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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Been there, done that.
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🙂
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That was lovely – took me on my own trip down a lane of memory I had almost forgotten.
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Ah, thank you for the lovely comment Lizy. I hope you enjoyed your trip to the seaside and thank you so much for reading 🙂
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Superb piece, perfectly nuanced. Love it!
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Thanks so much Poppy. Really glad you liked it and thank you for reading 🙂
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I really enjoyed this, you captured the different senses so well, we can feel each one.
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Thanks so much! And thanks for the feedback – love it when people tell me what works or doesn’t work for them. Thanks for reading 🙂
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You’ve encapsulated a moment, emotion brilliantly here. Very well written
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Thank you Michael. Glad the emotion came across – emotion of course, being the core of the story. Thanks so much for reading 🙂
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Not only is this quite lovely, it has a feeling of timelessness. Kudos.
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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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I really love how you used all those senses in that flashback…how just the colors could pull you back for that short time, so sorrowful
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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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Wonderful. I love the voice and mood in this.
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Thank you so much Margaret and thanks for reading 🙂
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