A breeze blew through the street, carrying the aromas of baking bread. It tickled their noses making their stomach’s growl.
“Do you smell that?” Claire asked Jean Luc.
“It smells glorious.”
Following their noses, they found the patisserie. Ordering beer and sandwiches, they sat to eat. Jean Luc got up and asked the gal behind the counter, “Do you have any Grey Poupon?”
“No!” she replied.
Jean Luc returned to the table. “Did they have any?” Claire asked.
He shook his head no showing her his empty hands.
“This is just not going to cut the mustard,” she said smiling.
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Sandra Crook for the photo that inspired this story.
To you dear reader, I hope you enjoyed this sappy tale. I just had to do something with mustard. 😀
Have an amazing day and be well… ^..^