We found the remains of the festival on an early morning walk. Underneath the streamers we pointed at the celebration jetsam and tried to recreate the events of the night before, telling one another stories before breakfast.
It was quite a find, rich enough in detritus that we were recalling it and expanding our tales of the local folk all afternoon- the drunks, the lovers, the children playing under tables, the old people like us watching fondly from the sides; the feast, too.
So glorious it was, that was our most favourite discovery of the holiday. That and the sangria.
It was quite a find, rich enough in detritus that we were recalling it and expanding our tales of the local folk all afternoon- the drunks, the lovers, the children playing under tables, the old people like us watching fondly from the sides; the feast, too.
So glorious it was, that was our most favourite discovery of the holiday. That and the sangria.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, in response to this photo:
Sangria always adds something to the stories.
ReplyDeleteStories are fun! Nice to imagine the events seeing the streamers & celebration :)
ReplyDeleteA sweet story, steeped in realism in a very cozy way. I liked it a lot!
ReplyDeleteand a sangria in the sun makes the holiday.
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ReplyDeleteIt's nice that the memories of the festival are good and not colored by hangovers from the sangria. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I read something dark here. The festival area deserted - no-one around. No dogs barking, no baker at work. And the ghouls enjoying the sangria.
ReplyDeleteGood story with perhaps another layer. I'm also wondering why all is now quiet when it's only morning. Where are the children, etc? Why has clean-up not begun? Well written and would be a great hook for a longer story.
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