SANDCASTLE
Kate and
Robert stared in dismay at the weather-stained house. It wasn’t the luxurious
holiday home of the photographs, but the website had promised unlimited wine,
so they ventured inside.
The gate
clanged shut like prison doors and the interior was gloomy as a dungeon.
Light-bulbs flickered, electric points sparked, and the bed was damp. When they
couldn’t even open the cellar door they left to find a hotel.
Unseen,
the caretaker watched their departure from a cellar window. The absentee owners
hadn’t paid her for years – she wasn’t about to share their vintage wine with
any putains Anglais.
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I had to resort to a dictionary this week, as 16 years of learning and speaking Spanish has buried most of my French! Thank you to ce.ayr for the photograph and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers' Flash Fiction each week on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
An odd thing I have noticed this week - after at least a year of boasting 103 followers - mainly due, I fear, to the A-Z Challenge which I entered for three years - my numbers have suddenly dropped to 95. Should I take this personally or are people simply indulging in an early Spring Clean?
Whatever the reason, thank you for being one of the remaining few. Please leave a comment to let me know you've visited. And no, I will not be entering the A-Z Challenge this year, but I wish the thousands who do the very best of luck.
I have visited, Liz, and I wiped my feet on the way in.
ReplyDeleteI was disconcerted to see that the character names you chose match those of a couple we know. I was worried for their welfare, not to mention a little put out that they'd not mentioned their trip abroad!
Helen Laycock
They were probably embarrassed about being caught out by a scam!
DeleteOh.. Not even a dusty bottle... I think in the end it's better to pay the caretaker. Love your approach,
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn - I wonder how much longer the absentee owners will be able to fool people into renting their chateau?
DeleteHouse of Sand, eh? Nice story, Liz. (You haven't lost me as a follower if that's any consolation!)
ReplyDeleteIt is a great consolation, Susan. I looked up Chateau de sable and it actually means sandcastle.
DeleteServes the owner right, but I feel for the visitors.
ReplyDeleteI just hope they get their money back!
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DeleteGood for her. Salute!
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A votre sante!
DeleteUnlimited wine would have enticed me inside too!
ReplyDeleteAnd me - an entire cellar of vintage wine - what's not to like?
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a few hotels we've had the displeasure of staying in. L'chaim to the caretaker and to the writer. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
What - you found hotels with unlimited wine? Where?
DeleteThe unlimited wine got my attention too. Very clever piece, Liz.
ReplyDeleteThanks Russ - now I know one of your weaknesses!
DeleteSomeone once told me this true story about a caretaker who gradually drank his way through a fine collection of Scotch whiskey, replacing the contents with water. I suspect your caretaker is having similar amount of fun.
ReplyDeleteA true story? Wow! I would rather be my caretaker than yours - I prefer wine to whiskey :)
DeleteCan't say I blame the caretaker. An enterprising individual I'd say.
ReplyDeleteIf she's got any sense she's selling two bottles for each one she drinks - woman cannot live on wine alone!
DeleteOh, what a mean lady. I love the story though. Poor tourists.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Ga H.
DeleteGreat story. And what an enterprising caretaker.
ReplyDeleteThanks Margirene - she was a woman who thought on her feet. Or perhaps flat on her back, depending on how many bottles she had consumed!
DeleteYou have a finesse for Flash Fiction and conveying so much in so little words. I really enjoyed it and especially liked the ending.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment miss writer.
DeleteThank you for your comment miss writer.
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