castles made of sand fall into the sea eventually

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Fleener,” Doctor Fensterblau told Mabel as Harry’s favorite Hendrix song played in the background.

“We couldn’t save him.”

Just then Harry was greeted by a tall, dapper, gaunt stranger.

“Ah, welcome, Mr. Fleener!” exclaimed his host in an ominous voice.

“I’m Mr. Monahan. Do sign in at the gate, won’t you?”

“Where am I?” Harry demanded to know.

“You’ll get your explanation in good time, my friend,” was Monahan’s reply.

Harry thought back to his French classes. “‘Sable’ rhymes with ‘diable’, he mused.

“That’s not all they have in common,” Monahan reminded him.

Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a picture. This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Ceayr.

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11 comments

  1. Dear Larry

    I must admit that without the video I would’ve been completely lost. Thank you for including that in your comment. 😉 At the same time I applaud you for writing a story that didn’t describe what I already saw in the photo.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. I think they’d have to drag me into that gate kicking and screaming. Harry should have lived a better life for sure if that’s where he ended up. Good story, Larry, although I’m not a Hendrix fan. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne

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