In 2017, this was the first story
I wrote for The Elephant’s Trunk.
Rewritten for The Unicorn Challenge where we are encouraged
to write a story in 250 words or less using the photo below
as inspiration. Here’s the memory that was ignited.

“Impressive collection you have here” said Jackson to the record shop owner.
“Feel free to look around.”
Jackson browsed the tiny store, appropriately named “The Inner Sleeve”, looking for nothing in particular.
“Psst. Down here!” A battered box stashed in the corner called out. Jackson crouched down to wipe the dust off a yellowed label.
“SIDNEY BECHET”
Feeling a jolt shoot straight to his heart, fingers raced through musty LPs and suddenly there it was – “Petite Fleur”.
“I’ll be damned”, whispered Jackson. No longer was he in “The Inner Sleeve”. It was Paris, 1982, in that enchanting café, he imagined.
Slumping against the wall, Jackson clasped the precious vinyl to his chest, caressing it lovingly with the same fingers that released raven hair from its ‘pince à cheveux’ and showered it across porcelain shoulders. The same fingers that traced Éléanor’s face as gently as butterfly wings from her widow’s peak to crystal blue eyes, her nose, her blushed lips. “Just this one time” thought Jackson. Just once before returning to his insanely mundane existence in Stamford, Connecticut.
Oh, for just one more taste of Éléanor.
Slowly Jackson stood, a sadness like none other enveloping him. He suddenly realized he had been crying and wiped at his eyes self-consciously. He wound his way through the maze of boxes overflowing with records that were meaningless to him. He had found what he didn’t know he was looking for.
“All done, sir?” the clerk asked.
“Yes, thank you”, Jackson replied. “Just this one.”
NAR©2025
250 Words
Nancy’s Notes: This is the penultimate edition of The Unicorn Challenge; I small miss it.
This is “Petite Fleur” by Sidney Bichet

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Aww, sweet story, Nancy.
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Thanks very much, Chris.
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So touching and moving, Nancy! ❤️
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Thank you, Cindy. It’s always been one of my favorites.
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It really is lovely. I think you sent me a message but poof it’s gone. Sorry for not responding if so! 💕
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No worries, Cindy. I think we all spend too much time sending comments or thinking about commenting or concern ourselves with getting caught up with comments until it eventually becomes a tedious chore with very little meaning.
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You say it so well, Nancy. I think out of respect and shared admiration, it happens to the best of us and it’s only natural. I do agree but it’s something I enjoy when I can-:)
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I hear ya, Cin! I’m playing catch up right now!
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It never ends! 😂🙄😇
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Oh Nancy, your story is so touching. 🥹 Thank you for this. Love the song, too. 🥰 A beautiful weekend to you!
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Thank you, Michele; I’ve always loved this one. ☺️ Lovely weekend to you!
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🙏🏻🎶🌤️
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The clarity of a moment caught forever in a song will always be one of the strongest memory catchers. Great story 😁
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Thank you! It felt great bringing this one back again.
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Such a beautiful and touching story. As others have said, a song can transport us back in time and you described his love and longing that were awakened so well.
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This song. I remember hearing it in a movie and scribbled down the name as the credits rolled by. I had to play it again and again and I have. In truth, the story was written around this song.
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Oh beautiful, beautiful! These things have a way of finding where they need to be; a good story!
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Thank you, my friend. I’m proud of this oldie.
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A lovely piece, and lovely send-off as the Unicrn Doors close!
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Thanks, Liz. It’s one of my favorites.
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💖💖💖🥰
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I think most of us have a song (or two) that brings back special memories.
Delightfully evocative piece, Nancy
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Perhaps a song or 102 …. at least that’s how it is for me.
Thank you, CE.
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Fun story, Nancy. It feels like you may have channeled the Twilight Zone? 🙂
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Perhaps but I don’t think he’ll be going back.
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This is a beautifully written story, Nancy. I often wonder if men are as reminiscent of times past as we women can be. LOVE this piece of music, too!
(By the way, it is cheveux… 😉 )
That’s too bad that they are dropping this challenge. I’ve read quite a few lovely submissions.
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Tanti, tanti grazi, amicu caru. I fixed it! 😘
I think there are plenty of men who would react this way; they may not admit it but I can think of at least 5 right now and right here on WP who I can see doing the same thing. There’s hope yet.
Yeah, I’ll miss the Unicorn; it always challenged me.
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I knew you would not be offended 😘
And yes, I think you are right. Why so many feel the need to hide it is from millennia of having “to be strong” – such bullshit. And yes, on WP is the place to find many who would!
Bummer.
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Gorgeous day! Gonna take a ride in my new car! 🥳
Catch ya laters!
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Here, too! Perfect, actually. I should be doing stuff but man… wanna seize the day. Enjoy the ride!
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Lovely piece Nancy.
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Thanks very much, Di.
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I would bet a lot of money that Woody Allen likes – Petite Fleur
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Probably does. 🪈
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Very well done!
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Thanks very much, Dan.
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Ah, nostalgia and Sidney Bechet – beautiful combination, Nancy.
The contrast you bring out between the moment in Paris and his ‘insanely mundane existence in Stamford, Connecticut.
It took me right back to Paris…
“Ajoutez deux lettres à Paris : c’est le paradis. (Jules Renard)
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Thank you, Jenny. I always loved this oldie of mine and I was happy to use it once again.
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bittersweet…and poignantly beautiful, Nancy …🤍
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Thanks, Destiny. It’s always been one of my favorites.
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pleasure always 🤍
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A very moving story Nancy
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Thanks so much, cara Sadje.
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My pleasure dear friend
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