Sitting behind L'Hostalet sipping tea and munching Catherine's savory tarts, we watched the vendors and customers at the marché. They gave us much inspiration for my writing friend and I to do our ten minute exercises creating a flash fiction piece. The only drawback was we know too many people to chat with. And people come first. But we did get one piece written. Here it is unedited.
GINA spent at least 10 minutes trying to decide to buy flowers. She left the marché stand, selected cheese and tomatoes from Jean and Pierre's stalls.
The desire for flowers was too strong. She went back. Lilies were four euros, a mixed bouquet five, and a single rose three.
"Is it a gift?" the vendor asked.
"Yes." It was a gift for herself.
He put the flowers in a transparent film, took yellow and orange ribbons
and made a bow near the bottom of the stems. He used a small knife to
run down the ends, creating curly cues.
Gina's other errands were mundane, although the smell of fresh bread
from the oven made the bakery smell heavenly. The butcher was able to
sell her a cheap piece of mutton, that she knew she could stew into
Back home she put the flowers in a vase on the kitchen table, but then moved them to the living room.
As she prepared the stew, she changed her mind and returned the flowers
to the kitchen table. She found herself smiling every time she saw them
as she moved from table to counter to stove in preparing the lamb stew.
The kitchen door opened. Thomas stormed in. "What are those?"
"How much did you pay for them?"
She told him.
"God damn waste of money." He went into the living room slamming the doors behind him.
She looked at the flowers and a wave of sadness swept over her not at
the waste of money on flowers but the waste that was her marriage.