This was originally posted as part of a Bloggerstock swap over on Nyx’s blog.  I am keeping a cop of it here on my blog for reference as well.  I also think that I might actually do what I said and write more based on this starting point.

Welcome to bloggerstock. This month the topic is “photo inspired.” it just so happens that e image used for inspiration this month is one of mine. After my post I will tell you more about the image itself, but for now enjoy the ramblings inspired by it! I suppose my writing is probably somewhat influenced by the fact that I was there to capture the scene, but most of what I am writing is fiction.

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The warm sun beat down on the cobblestones warming the streets as the small town bustled with midday activity.  There was barely a cloud in the sky on the beautiful summer day.  Snippets of frenetic conversations of friends and lovers drifted up from the sidewalk caves along with the mouth-watering aromas of lunch. People wandered the streets below, darting in and out of shops and stopping to see what the street vendors were offering today.

All this was happening below. Below the rampart walkway that overlooked the small harbour. A multitude of brightly colored sailboats sat resting at their moorings on the calm waters, the stillness broken every now and then by small rowboats carrying people to and from their boats.

No one bothered to look up, people rarely do. There was too much going on in the streets for most people to spare a moment to look up.  Most of the people knew what to expect anyway, the rampart walk was were one would see young lovers walking hand in hand or leaning out over the walls together. It was a place for romance on warm summer evenings under the brightly colors clouds of sunset.

Today the walk was mostly empty, after all, it was a market day and it was lunchtime. No one noticed the little girl who just stood, watching. Ariadne wasn’t running away or trying to escape, she just sought some solitude. She wanted some time to think. Most people wouldn’t have thought that a girl her age would seek such solitude for her pensiveness, but she was not like other girls her age.

She stared out over the water in silent reverie, barely noticed by anyone around.  Even with her golden curls glowing in the afternoon sunlight she almost blended into the background.  This was how she wanted felt, how she wanted to be: part of the scenery and lost in thought.  Even when passersby did notice her there, they didn’t pay much mind, the streets were full of little girls.

As she looked out over the water she felt a pull, a longing.  Despite her age she felt like there was more, something that she was missing.  Home was nice, but the world called to her.  This was not the first time she stood on this walkway feeling this way.  It wouldn’t be the last either.  What she didn’t know was that this day was different.  She had already seen something that would change the path of her life, but like her, it blended into the background.  It had seen here to, but like itself she blended into the background. For now…

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A few notes about this post.  First off, in writing this, I think that I might pick this up as a starting point for more.  It was kind of fun to write.  So you might discover more of this on my blog in the future.

Secondly, about the photo.  For all the participants in bloggerstock and anyone who was wondering, the photo was taken in La Rochelle, France.  I don’t know who the girl was, I just spotted her there, alone for a while and then with another young girl.  The walk is above the street level and does look out on a harbour.

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