Introduction
This collection is a collection of seventy stories, each 280 words. They were inspired by the first picture seen on my Twitter feed on a given day.
59. The Sandcastle
15 October 2019
"Here comes another one," said Marcus. He patted the bucket. Now they had ten little towers in a circle.
"I'll take a photo," said Janine.
Jodi frowned. "They need flags, Grandma. You know the ones with the blue and red crosses."
"I think he means Union Jacks," said Marcus.
They were in France making the most of the late autumn sunshine and easy travel before Brexit kicked in. She doubted whether any shops would be open. "I'll see what I can do."
Of course there were no signs of any Union flags. "We used to have a few packets of the mixed ones," said the assistant in the one shop still selling beach items. "They always had a few. But these are all we've got now." The girl handed her a packet of European flags.
Those would have to do, Janine supposed. Marcus would be delighted: he was always boasting he was a Boomer Remainer and proud of it. But what would Jodie think?
She seemed to go a different way back and found herself looking at the DD Memorial. “Men will be proud to say I am a European. We hope to see a Europe where men of every country will think as much of being a European as belonging to their native land. We hope that wherever they go on the European continent they will truly feel here I am at home," she read. Churchill.
Hmm. She hoped Jodie would see it that way.
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