C – Friday Fictioneers – Chateau de Sable

FriFic was a little different for me this week. I received the prompt pic

(taken by CE Ayr) from Rochelle as normal, but rather than struggle over it for a day or two before deciding on my theme, I had the outline formed in my head after about five minutes. A wonderful feeling that, not having the worry of non-inspiration nagging at me. Also, rather then the picture inspiring me, it was more the name of the picture and the notice on the fence – Chateau de Sable – which my schoolboy french informs me means Castle of Sand. So you may not see much of a link between the image and my 100 words. Or maybe you will.

If you would like to read the entries of the other FriFicers – and I would urge you to do just that – click here to pay a visit to Bluefrogtown. And then, gentle reader, pour yourself a steaming hot armchair, settle into your favourite mug of cocoa, and read my 100 words before leaving your criticism in the box provided.

 

 

When we first arrived and marched over the towering dunes, we decided that this would be the best place to set up our fortress. We all had ideas about its size and structure, and soon building began. Work was divided fairly and equally, as are any repairs or improvements. And guard duties. It is my watch. I study the dunes.
A distant figure approaces. Friend or foe? I raise my rifle, give an order to “Halt”

“I won’t tell you again, boys, your father has already started the car. Pack up your buckets and spades or you’ll be left behind.”