A guest
“I’m going wherever you’re going.” she said as I watched them taking the chains off the cars nearest the exit doors. “If you’ll have me.”
“Bayeux first, then Arromanches.” I said, making, for the first time a plan for myself.
“Ok, then wait for me.” She ran up the stairs.
More chains came off but before mine did, she was back … dressed now delightfully in a white top and a flower-patterned white gathered skirt and carrying a bag and a case.
The chains came off my car as others in front drove off.
“Come on then.” She said.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Blimey old Riley! This surely isn’t just on a plate, but a whole tray full😳
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Christopher 11 months ago
Nice. Just a heads up, though. This one isn't showing up with the other drabbles in this series because you're missing a space between France and #6.
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Richard Hunt 11 months ago
Thanks for that, Christopher. Hope I have corrected it now. Richard
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Christopher 11 months ago
Yeah, it's showing up now with the others. I only noticed that because I'd been away a few days and when it's a series I'm reading I tend to click on that and just bring them all up. That way I can see which ones I haven't voted on and know how far back I need to go to catch up.
