Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s prompt is a photo by the delightful Dawn Miller, a long time favourite of mine.
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I sit outside the little café in the square and study the old railway station.
It is the finest building in town, and in the best position.
It catches the morning and evening sun, but it is cleverly protected at the hottest times by tall parasol pines.
It overlooks the carousel and the boules courts, with gardens at the far side.
The upper floor would make a great apartment, I think.
Although it is only five minutes walk to the beach, the extra elevation also gives views of the foothills.
I am told it is owned by the town, and only the mayor can give permission to sell.
And he never will, apparently.
‘Is that the chap with the moustache and the little grandson over at the carousel?’ I ask Rafa, who runs the café.
‘Ah yes, little Philippe, his pride and joy!’
The speed of the sale causes much annoyance, and the price, when disclosed, is almost derisory.
I am asked how I managed to negotiate such a deal with the famously inflexible mayor.
‘Just charm,’ I laugh, looking over at the children on the carousel.