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One Afternoon in France
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: pension
Special condition: 365 words
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“Bon jour.”
The marmot looked up from his copy of Le Monde as a border collie stepped up to the small hotel’s registration desk. He looked maybe English, maybe American, but he spoke passable French without much accent.
The marmot set his paper aside and stood up. “Bon jour, M’sieur. What can I do for you?” he asked in English. With the hotel situated between Grenoble and the ski resorts, it helped the hotel’s bottom line for him to know at least a few phrases in other languages.
The border collie smiled but continued to speak in French. He was being courteous, so obviously not an American. “I have a reservation, and I’ve come to check in.”
“Ah, bon.” The desk clerk moved to his small computer terminal as the collie took out his passport and a credit card. “I see you are staying for a week,” the marmot said as he processed the card.
“That’s right.”
“And yet I see no skis.”
The border collie smiled. “I’m not here to ski.”
The marmot raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Then why are you here?” he asked in English.
“My grandfather,” the border collie replied in the same language, with a somewhat wistful smile, “fought here against the Nazis.”
“Ah! Did he - ?”
“No, he survived the war,” the canine said in French. “But he spoke often of the scenery and the people here, and I’ve always wanted to see what he saw, and walk where he walked.” He took back his passport and credit card and slipped them into his pocket and wallet, patting his rear after putting the wallet into the left back pocket of his trousers. “When I retired, I set aside money to come here.”
“Retired, eh? Business?”
“Military. I served in my grandfather’s unit, the Second Offence Fusiliers.”
“Well!” the marmot extended the room key. “Your room is upstairs two flights on the left, number 302. The bathroom is a shared one.”
“That’s fine.” The border collie took the key and gathered up his suitcase and a knapsack. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, M’sieur,” and the marmot switched to English, “and I hope you enjoy your stay at the Pension Sordide.”
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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: pension
Special condition: 365 words
______________________________________________________________________________
“Bon jour.”
The marmot looked up from his copy of Le Monde as a border collie stepped up to the small hotel’s registration desk. He looked maybe English, maybe American, but he spoke passable French without much accent.
The marmot set his paper aside and stood up. “Bon jour, M’sieur. What can I do for you?” he asked in English. With the hotel situated between Grenoble and the ski resorts, it helped the hotel’s bottom line for him to know at least a few phrases in other languages.
The border collie smiled but continued to speak in French. He was being courteous, so obviously not an American. “I have a reservation, and I’ve come to check in.”
“Ah, bon.” The desk clerk moved to his small computer terminal as the collie took out his passport and a credit card. “I see you are staying for a week,” the marmot said as he processed the card.
“That’s right.”
“And yet I see no skis.”
The border collie smiled. “I’m not here to ski.”
The marmot raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Then why are you here?” he asked in English.
“My grandfather,” the border collie replied in the same language, with a somewhat wistful smile, “fought here against the Nazis.”
“Ah! Did he - ?”
“No, he survived the war,” the canine said in French. “But he spoke often of the scenery and the people here, and I’ve always wanted to see what he saw, and walk where he walked.” He took back his passport and credit card and slipped them into his pocket and wallet, patting his rear after putting the wallet into the left back pocket of his trousers. “When I retired, I set aside money to come here.”
“Retired, eh? Business?”
“Military. I served in my grandfather’s unit, the Second Offence Fusiliers.”
“Well!” the marmot extended the room key. “Your room is upstairs two flights on the left, number 302. The bathroom is a shared one.”
“That’s fine.” The border collie took the key and gathered up his suitcase and a knapsack. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, M’sieur,” and the marmot switched to English, “and I hope you enjoy your stay at the Pension Sordide.”
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Border Collie
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 53.3 kB
Listed in Folders
I still recall when we opened our first new facility back in 1988, we had the Captain give a guy from a county in Georgia a tour. He just looked furious, and I asked him why.
The Georgia guy couldn't believe we actually gave the inmates air conditioning, and gave me a look challenging me to say something about that.
Thinking quickly, I told him that it wasn't for the inmates, but for us since we have to be in there with them. That got a grudging look from the asshole.
The Georgia guy couldn't believe we actually gave the inmates air conditioning, and gave me a look challenging me to say something about that.
Thinking quickly, I told him that it wasn't for the inmates, but for us since we have to be in there with them. That got a grudging look from the asshole.
I live on my pension.
I wish I could have visited the European theater and seen the sites of famous events. Being based in the Pacific, though, I've visited many of the famous battle sites. Pearl Harbor (obviously, since I re-enlisted over the U.S.S. Arizona), Midway, Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima and Okinawa.
I wish I could have visited the European theater and seen the sites of famous events. Being based in the Pacific, though, I've visited many of the famous battle sites. Pearl Harbor (obviously, since I re-enlisted over the U.S.S. Arizona), Midway, Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima and Okinawa.
Nice slice of life. And you worked in two pensions at the same time.
Just thinking.... you might have worked in a third, had the collie been medically retired from the military. He could have been pensioned with a pension to stay at the pension
Oh, oh! If the marmot paid him to paint & redecorate the pension while he stayed, he could have earned an artist's pension to augment his military pension's pension for decorating the pension!
*GIGGLES*
KK, I'll be fleeing now.
Just thinking.... you might have worked in a third, had the collie been medically retired from the military. He could have been pensioned with a pension to stay at the pension
Oh, oh! If the marmot paid him to paint & redecorate the pension while he stayed, he could have earned an artist's pension to augment his military pension's pension for decorating the pension!
*GIGGLES*
KK, I'll be fleeing now.
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