Chateau de Sable

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less).


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.


Photo © C E Ayr

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.


* Château de Sable (French): Sand Castle

(© 28th January 2016)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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22 thoughts on “Chateau de Sable

  1. Wow! what a twist in the tale.
    Loved the profound emotional connect displayed by what the family chooses to take along and in Peter remembering his father’s words 🙂
    Wonderfully done 🙂

  2. What a positive post. Things change and we get what we always want. When I first came to Bangalore, it was internship for 2 months and I could not see anything in the city. My Papa was not accepting the fact that I came without gathering any memories. To calm him down the 20 something me replied, ‘Papa, life is long. Who knows I come back to live in this city?’ An year later I was placed in Bangalore and I have been here for 10 now 🙂
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