Flash Freewrite #003 — Sacre Coeur
1 min readMar 9, 2021
The stone is alabaster smooth, a warmth inside collected from the sun or the heat of other hands. He rolls it in his palms and thinks of his childhood. Trainers thudding, gravel flying, grubby hands searching for souvenirs just like this in the soil. He passes it from one hand to the other as he passes through memories.
He looks down the endless white steps of Sacre Coeur, dotted with tourists, some…