Château de Sable
It started as a drizzle, then picked up intensity before it became relentless.
Rajanna quickly lifted an old tin chest from under the bed, and Peter took his mother’s photograph down from the wall.
Their footfall quickly joined those of others around as the fisherfolk ran to higher ground.
The house once belonged to a Frenchman, he was told. Moss had started to form near the gate. But Peter, now a wealthy businessman, liked its name.
“Sand castles are always washed away,” his father had said, twenty years back.
“Not this one,” thought Peter, smiling at how life had changed.
(© 28th January 2016)