Julia’s challenge this week is heat.
The curtains were still drawn in the windows of the tall houses, but the sun, its face scrubbed clean by the night, was fully risen. The pavement burned her feet through her sandals. A fox stopped its cantering along the street to stare at her, turned, and ran away.
She smoothed her hand across the rough brick of the house; each nubbed ridge a rosary of memory. She felt for the key hidden behind the lintel. The dark hallway smelled of her mother’s perfume. Her redundant coat and shoes, in neat pairs behind the door, waited unrewarded for her return.
Isobel (and Cat)'s Blog 
I know this is supposed to be 100 words but how about a few more?
Let me ease myself back in gently. Or you could continue it and see where it leads you…
Very evocative and touching Isobel. I’m sure you have many of these tales to tell.
We all have many stories inside us Gilly, many scenes imprinted on our memories.
Wonderful Isobel…haunting
Haunting? As in ghost? 🙂 thanks.
I hope it created a picture in your head, and that you could feel what felt physically and emotionally.
Wonderful & so apt for the challenge. You have got so much detail into these few words. Thank you for joining us this week.
Most excellent Isobel. I like 100 word challenge!
Does that mean you are going to join n too? 🙂
Noooo. I like to read YOUR 100 word challenges.. 🙂
Well, you could try! I might like reading yours too. 🙂
I am a reader.. 🙂
So am I… 🙂
Wow, I had to read this aloud. the images sucked me in.
That comment. From you, made me sit up. I know how you dislike reading aloud. Or are you practising for your book launch?
Not practicing. I loved what you wrote and wanted to hear the words. I hope I never have to do a book reading. I can do a question and answer session, but can’t do a reading.
Do you read your own work loud sometimes to hear how it sounds? I find I have to do that with poetry. It is too flat on the page.
Yes I do, but only when I’m alone. You should see the look Att gives me. Usually he’s trying to sleep on my desk and wants me to shut up.
🙂
I have read through your feelings all silent and receptive. Like an oyster you have produced a pearl
Thanks Maria. 🙂
in Catalan we have that saying “En el pot petit hi ha la bona confitura” (“The small container holds the good jam”
That’s a lovely thing to say, Maria. 🙂
Have I just missed your birthday? Be
Belated returns. I hope I was a good one.
My birthday was on the 10th. I had a good day. A regular day! May Life give me many more regular days for long! And may Life allow us to be friends all the way through our own lifes!
On a day like today, when the sun is shining, i am going to meet a friend to eat and then see a play at the Globe, life is good indeed. It is the same restaurant where you, Jaume and I ate before seeing Twelfth Night at the Globe severl years ago. Good memories!