We were childhood sweethearts and spent a lot of time on the beach.
Life seemed simpler then, ice creams, beachballs, and of course buckets and spades for building endless sandcastles.
No matter how elaborate they were, the incoming tide always destroyed them.
As children, it never worried us, and we accepted it without discussion.
When we bought our house we chose to call it ‘Château de Sable’.
Then the relentless waves of the housing downturn bore down upon us, leaving us outside to contemplate the locked gates.
My anger is rising. You are weeping.
We are heartbroken.
I have a bad head cold this week, it started in my throat and seems to be working its way up. Ugh.
As I’m bilingual English/French I’m aware of the subtle double meaning of ‘Château de Sable’ which besides meaning Sandcastle also means to build something on flimsy foundations. ‘De construire des chateaux de sable’, something not meant to last.
So when I saw this weeks excellent prompt (©ceayr) I decided to use that as my inspiration. Thanks again to Rochelle for organising this excellent Flash Fiction Friday Fictioneers Challenge!