Trying to write a small amount every day in preparation for NANOWRIMO. So taking the prompt from here, using the photograph, here’s what I’ve written, one hundred words exactly.
The afternoon sun was baking me within the tall white walls of the streets oven. I sunk into the shadows, the retsina bottle of rose wine uncorked and heavy in my hand. As the sweet liquid quenched me, a woman passed, cool, collected. She threw a coin at my feet. I exploded, ‘What do you think money will buy me? What?’ I was spluttering, wine droplets running from my mouth’s corners. She didn’t even pause, her skirts swayed behind her. I was left with the smell of the sea, the pure sun, a half empty bottle swinging from my fingers.