Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Today’s photo is by yours truly, a little doorway set back from a cobbled lane in Gassin, a small but spectacular hill town a few miles from Medville.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
Click here to hear me read this 1-minute story:
The children bring back the memories.
I have not visited this park, or indeed this town, since my kids were tots.
That is over twenty years ago.
But I still remember watching them play on the swings, the slide, and the roundabout.
And I still can picture some of their friends.
Like the little curly-haired blonde girl who went missing.
We had left town long before her body was discovered the following spring.
It was in the gardener’s little cubby-hole, among the mowers, the trimmers, the shears, the spades.
Dixie, her name was.
My late wife thought I killed her.