Shadows

This week, Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle proposes a shiny prompt for a 100 words story. When I saw Roger Bultot‘s photo I thought of the striations on a boule de pétanque, clear as day. Every little town  in Provence, including Medville, has a court where everybody meets, gossips, and plays…

Thanks C.E Ayr for the inspiration. There’s no one like you!

from-roger

 

Shadows

A wail of sirens tears the morning light as he’s crossing the boules court.
Another tragedy he thinks as an aroma of fresh bread tickles his nose.
Shadows of leaves splash façades and windows.
Delivery doors roll up and slam shut.
Sea haze covers the sky in moody strands.
Munching on his baguette, he takes in familiar faces, greeting all with a word, a nod or a smile.
He loves this place. Paradise he answers when asked. 
The only problem is I live here, she said long ago.
He didn’t believe it then.
She’s not a problem now.
Pool accidents are common here.

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