Rochelle’s prompt this week is a scene of sunlit canals, quiet streets. Perhaps a backwater behind the busy centre of Venice ? Here is my 100 word story.
LOST AND FOUND
I merge into the waves of people, shift into the shadow of an unlit empty canal, rank smelling, flotsam drifting on the dark water.
I am human flotsam, drawn to a current that can suck me down into oblivion. She threw me away, unwanted. I fled to this haunting city to hide in the blur of people here.
Down a side street I notice a café. The owner smiles at me and through her open door wafts the warm sweet aroma of tomatoes, herbs, meat. I feel suddenly famished. She invites me in, my whole being softens. I am welcome here.