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100WC – At The Place Where The Hard Sand Softened


Photograph of the Chateau De Sable by C. E. Ayr
Image © C. E. Ayr

Madame Sable was almost 150 years old when she died, though she looked no older than sixteen.

Each of her fifty thousand days was caught in a grain of sand within a vast hourglass, and every day before turning it she would pick out a single grain and take it to the seashore and leave it for the sea at the place where the hard sand softened.

When finally she brought the last grain she held it tight in her hand, and when her feet reached the waves the sea remembered her gifted days and he rose up and took her away with him.

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This is a 100-word (just about) flash fiction story, prompted by the picture you can see up there, as part of Friday Fictioneers.

Click here if you’d like to take part, and click here to read other pieces.

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