Dale contributes weekly to multiple writing prompts and inspires me to try to do the same. I do one to her every 8 or 9, but she “pushes” me to make the effort. I appreciate her so much for throwing the challenges my way.
Thank you, Sammi, for always getting this ball rolling every week.
I dream in Languedoc blue, and sleep in stone dug from a deep, nurturing earth. The French bread’s scent wafts above cobbled streets, lingering in ivy-covered corners. A Jesus-fountain flows wine instead of water, and partners with my sun-kissed tomatoes, fleur de sel, and grass-tinged olive oil. They are the only company I need at my terraced-lunch.
All must wait until present events become past, and loved ones find their way to heavenly paradise. Until then, I dream in Languedoc blue.