Sunday 6 March 2011

Ze French Touch...

Françoise was trying to focus on her writing, but her hands were shaking, and she couldn't keep her eyes of the clock... 13:04... He was leaving work... 13:38... Probably at the train station now... 13:57... The train was taking off, and she could almost feel it slowly set in motion, bringing her lover, inch by inch, closer to her... She kept looking at the  clock, wishing for  time to go faster... 15:10... He was arriving in Paris now, and would take the Metro all the way accross the city from Saint-Lazare to Gare de l'Est... she was hoping  he would be fine, she'd never trusted these underground machines... 16:09... Train taking off again... her hearts was beating faster now, and she realised she hadn't written a single line all day... She turned of her computer and walked to her bedroom, dropping her comfy clothes on the way...

For a long moment, she considered her own reflection in the tall mirror... She turned around, looked at her petite body and smiled... soon he would be here, holding her in his arms, after those long weeks away... One last look at the clock and she jumped! 17:07... The train was due in 25 minutes...  



She quickly slipped in her new dress and shoes, gabbed her keys and ran down the stairs. When she arrived at the station she could hear the sound of train brakes... She ran even faster.



Jean-Paul was smiling, it was a bright day and he was on the train taking him back to his beloved... He was picturing her smile, her eyes, her curves while staring outside the window... her skin, her voice, her hair... her hair was shorter... SHORTER? It only took Jean-Paul a second to realise the train was stopping and a very real Françoise was beaming at him, standing on the platform. He grabbed his old suitcase and rushed out of the train... 


FIN.
(the end)

Credits (items from the French Touch Hunt)
Hunt ends march 13th, you're looking for a blue Eiffel Tower.


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