“Is it Halloween already?” I watch the truck full of hay bales rolls through the normally tiny sleepy French town.
Belle, my French friend, laughs. “Don’t be silly, it’s only September. This is for the annual Fall festival. I’m guessing they are trying to move the hay to the fairground as discreetly as possible.”
“Well,” I say loudly, “they’re not being very discreet, are they?”
She laughs again, I love that laugh. It sounds like a bell. Perhaps it’s the reason she’s named Belle. “I guess not.” Her voice catapults me back to the present. I think I’m in love.
(100 words)
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Nice one 👍
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Thanks. 😀
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Well done and a nice compliment to the picture.
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Thank you.
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I expect the wine will flow and love will blossom.
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Me too, though will the love be reciprocated? Or will it be just a one-sided love? Who knows?
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Bellissimo, well done!
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Thanks. 😀
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not sure where it leads. but i hope for the best. 🙂
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Haha, I’m not sure either. It’s one of those 100 words stories, I guess. 😀
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