Mauvais Vin – Bad Wine

Vanessa Rodriguez has kindly supplied the prompt for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge where you write a story in under 175 words.

I hope you enjoy this tale of the Lowenbrau family’s experience in Montmartre.

Mauvais Vin

Grandmamma and Grandpapa Lowenbrau, Mother, Little Wendy, Great Aunt Eunice and the “Danger twins” tottered down the Montmartre hill.

Half way down one of the danger twins turned his ankle while attempting to hit the rabbit on the sign of the Lapin Agile with a chestnut, obliging them to sit on bench next to Clos Montmartre, the last vineyard in Paris.  

Suddenly the air around them changed and the scene transformed. Most of the buildings vanished and Montmartre became suddenly covered in windmills and vineyards. Up the hill trudged a figure with unkempt red hair clutching a wooden box in one hand and a piece of thin grey-painted carton in the other.

“Bonjour Monsieur!” said Grandpapa politely.

The man looked up, stared at him with a heartbreakingly  sad expression and started raving in French. When they failed to understand, he then ran up the hill and vanished, as did the rest of the scene.

All that remained behind on the pavement was a paint-spattered box childishly marked “Vincent”

“Well that is just typical!” sighed mother.

175 words

Here is a picture of the Clos Montmartre we took in spring one golden year.

The last remaining vineyard in Paris. The Clos Montmartre is a lovely reminder of what Montmartre used to be when it was covered in windmills and vineyards.
The last remaining vineyard in Paris. The Clos Montmartre is a lovely reminder of what Montmartre used to be when it was covered in windmills and vineyards.

The last vineyard in Paris – The Clos Montmartre

We once sat by the Clos Montmartre and ate some particularly delicious fig tarts. This is the last vineyard in Paris and whilst I could tell you all about it, if you go to this site you will find a great description of it and the wonderful wine festival associated with it.

Vicent van Gogh – His painting and his ear

Apparently van Gogh painted a number of his works on cheap 2mm thin carton made from wood pulp. This is prone to deterioration and this deterioration has discolored some of his works making it intriguing to know what the original colors were actually like.

Also there is an interesting article which claims to shed new light on the “How Vincent Van Gogh lost his ear” story if you would like to read.

If you enjoyed this story then you can find more of the Lowenbrau Family tales by clicking here


    1. So glad you enjoyed the story. It must have been an amazing place during Vincent’s time. Thanks as always for the lovely challenge! Would you still like people to submit possible photo prompts for the future? Best wishes! TJ

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          1. I found the e-mail. Sorry! I had a pre-technology moment there! I will send a few photos through. Hope you like them. It is night here in Perth so good evening for now. 🙂

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  1. That looks like such a sweet little place, but I can picture how it must have looked all those years ago. Very beautiful indeed.

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  2. Great story. I love the way you painted with words. You created great atmosphere. The brief sojourn into another time and place was fun and interesting. I really enjoyed this!

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