
This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – JUICE
Click here to hear the author read his words:
Petit Déjeuner
Although it is not yet 9 o’clock the Avenue des Alliés, where I sit outside a little café, enjoying orange juice and croissants in the morning sunshine, is pulsing with life.
I wonder yet again if I’m the only person in France who doesn’t drink coffee for breakfast.
As I watch people going about their daily routines, little stories form in my head, because I am, after all, a writer.
Ostensibly.
I smile as I think of the cache of passports, weapons, and other tools of the trade that are hidden in my small apartment.
I can hardly write about my real job, can I?




Sure you can! You’re a writer, after all 🙂
Shhh, you’re right, don’t mention the apartment. As for breakfast in France… I start with coffee and end with an orange juice (croissants/pain au chocolat in between). Yum!
A bit risky, you never know who might have read this!
Ha! I knew there was something lurking beneath the surface of that wolfish smile…
Most excellent Six, sir!
He can store up stories to write when he retires, changing enough names and circumstances to hide himself.
Sunshine, croissants and mystery. Sounds good to me!
The orange juice and writer occupation seems to parallel the coffee and the more dangerous line of work he is involved in.
You sly Scottie dog you, hiding out in Paris. Loved this.
Orange juice and croissants in a French cafe (looks out the window and sees snow and slush and gray skies). Almost worth the spy’s life…but I’d need a neat espresso to go with it! 🙂
There’s more than meets the eye with this writer.
what clark said. indeed
a scene to launch a thousand
shipsSixesfun Six
‘Where nothing is quite what it seems’ right enough.
Mystère et boule de gomme…
AND your story has given me the notion for coffee and croissants outside a French cafe, where I would sit in the sunshine and ponder exactly what your narrator’s real job is.
I compliment you on your breakfast choices, sir.
May I serve you anything else?
Compliments of the house of course.
Thank you, ma’am.
I am happy to accept your compliments.
Happy to give them. But they must be earned.