Luxembourg – Sunday Photo Fiction

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 comes from the
man himself, and took me on a long and rambling trip down Memory Lane.
Be relieved that there is a word limit here!

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© Al Forbes


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Luxembourg

‘Driving to France, aren’t you?’ asks Nick.
Nick is my boss.
‘Yep, in two weeks, for that well-deserved break.’
‘Could you go via Kaufbeuren?’
So, later, I explain to my long-suffering wife that we are making a small detour via Germany en route to the Mediterranean.
On expenses.
‘Will the hotel have a pool?’ she asks pragmatically.
I drive a Vauxhall Viva, which is perhaps one generation more sophisticated than Fred Flintstone’s car.
I now gloss over the horrors of the five hundred mile trip to Dover – Hi, Al! – culminating in a Channel crossing in what a hysterical English lady describes, shrieking, as a ‘bloody Belgian tub’.
I do not mention my illegal smuggling of computer equipment through Ostend Customs at midnight, or our attempts to find a place to sleep there.
The next day we stop in Luxembourg, in an underground car park.
After lunch and a spot of sightseeing, the Viva decides enough is enough.
It belches smoke, and refuses, despite valiant efforts, to mount the exit ramp.
We find a garage and hire a car.
‘Can you give mine a quick check over?’ I ask, exchanging keys.
‘Where is it, sir?’
‘In the car park.’

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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17 Responses to Luxembourg – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. athling2001 says:

    Not a good vacation, but that is what your get, maybe, for breaking the law and being so darn dense to not realize what is happening.

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    • ceayr says:

      There is actually an extended story which somewhat excuses the smuggling part.
      And darn dense?
      I don’t claim to be too bright, but why in this case?

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  2. You’ve surely lived in some interesting times Sir! And yes, just like Iain, waiting for the Ostend story eagerly now 🙂

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    • ceayr says:

      I can’t deny I have had the occasional adventure, sir.
      6 years ago I published a slightly tongue-in-cheek post on a different blog platform entitled ’50 things I have done in my life’.
      It included: 46. Abandoned a car in a Luxemburg car-park

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  3. Superb tale peppered with little hand me downs. I so love your style, CR.

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  4. prior.. says:

    love many things here – the car talk and smuggling – lol
    . – but oh my goodness is this something I have asked countless times,
    “does the hotel have a pool?”

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  5. They don’t build cars like they used to – thankfully! I hope that woman isn’t on the ferry next time I pop across La Manche for lunch!

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  6. willow88switches says:

    and so some things die, even if only temporarily, only to avoid the sticky end – but at the least, memories can still be called up, like a good friend, – and if anything, reshaped or allowed to breathe in a reincarnation of a story brought to life 🙂

    I loved the idea of an hysterical English woman shrieking bloody murder crossing the channel, in a Belgium bathtub” …. brilliant! LOL – sorry, perhaps traumatic, but amusing none the less.

    Cheers C.E.

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  7. Iain Kelly says:

    Is there still a Viva in a car work in Luxembourg, or did it make it to the south of France with you in the end? Lovely little glimpse into your memories.

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