I never believed in love at first sight.
In an attempt to uncover my father’s “Bohemian Days”, I was exploring a part of the south of France that the guidebooks skip. “The Lady” came to investigate the rare stranger in the village.
Our eyes locked, our minds became one. I was smitten.
That evening she invited me to her residence, the Chateau de Sable, a name which seemed familiar. When we arrived I showed her a photograph of my father and a woman in front of the chateau.
I blanched. “Ma soeur?”
She stared, a tear formed. “Oui.”
(It should be obvious, but just in case: “Maman! Papa!” = “Mom! Poppa!”; “Ma soeur?” = “My sister?”; and, of course, “Oui.” is “Yes.”)
Word count = 100
This week I’ll attempt to keep it at one story ;)