A Paris Sunrise – Friday Fictioneers

The streets of St Germain were almost deserted – except Alice returning home in her diaphanous red gown, carrying her stilettos. She wasn’t drunk or under the influence of drugs. Rather, her overactive imagination was suddenly swept away by the alluring, white tulips in the Jardin du Luxembourg. Their luscious, white faces were all smiles, drawing her in like a drunken bee intoxicated by pollen dreams. Usually reserved, she finally unleashed her soul: “Why tiptoe through the tulips, when you can leap? Geronimo!”

 That’s where Alice was found – sound asleep by a young man wishing he’d drunk his morning coffee.  


99 words PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Tulips aren’t a flower you see a lot of in Australia. Indeed, they were very rare when I went to Europe back in 1992 and really had the chance to appreciate them more fully – especially as I flew with KLM and landed in Amsterdam. So, my story had to have a European setting, even though we do have a tulip festival in Canberra. Indeed, that reminds me I ought to go to our version of Floriade sometime.

This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields, and I encourage you to join us.

Best wishes,


23 thoughts on “A Paris Sunrise – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Bill

    Great story. Right now here in central Texas it is time for the red poppy festival. Not many tulips here either.

  2. Rowena Post author

    I love red poppies, Bill. I checked out your Red Poppy Festival briefly and it looks huge, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from Texas. Did you go along?
    Best wishes,

  3. Rowena Post author

    We had weird weather today. It looked like a warm Summer’s day but it was a bit chilly, and I couldn’t help feeling confused. It is also getting dark earlier. Strange things are afoot.

  4. Rowena Post author

    Thanks, Gary. I was interested that a few readers saw a potential relationship developing between the oung woman and the young man who found her, which hadn’t crossed my mind, and was a delightful addition to my story. I do feel these 100 word stories allow a lot of scope for the reader to develop the story further in their own minds. That it doesn’t stop with the author.

  5. Rowena Post author

    Thank you very much, Penny. My friends and I used to hang out there when we were in Paris in July 1992. It seems like ancient history now.
    Best wishes,

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