I’m writing this for a prompt by OM and his Flash Fiction Friday Challenge.
It used to be my favourite place. Walking down the cobblestone streets, streets not really aware of the fact that they should have been modernized years ago. Seeing the old stone buildings tower over you, making you feel small, like an ant between all this beauty. Feeling the breeze, coming from the beach, always just a few minutes away from where you are. That salty smell, the almost stickiness on your skin, that taste of freedom on your tongue. Smelling the wonderful smells of the world around us, the pastries in the deli, the coffee coming from every direction, the sea, the people. Hearing the ring of a bike bell, the music coming from that one street artist we used to love so much, the breaking of waves on rocks in the distance, a car here and there. How I miss that place, that one place we could share, we could love, we could dream about. And now, it’s just what it always has been. A place in my dreams I’ve never seen before.
Describe for me a city, any city real or created, in less than 1,000 words. How much can you show the reader?
Not sure if this fits the description of the prompt, but its Free Write, so that’s what I give you…