Vignettes & Flash Fiction: A Parisian View
The steady gurgle of percolating coffee called me from the kitchen. It was 8p.m., but Louisa wanted that extra kick to stay up with me. We don’t usually get a whole night with each other –she wanted to make the most of it. Together we sat on the living room rug, lost in a book that tells of faraway places and adventures we may never have. But I was fine here. The smell of her blonde hair fresh as country fields. She hunched over the book, turned to a page showing a Parisian skyline, the Eiffel towering above all. “I’d love to see it there,” she said. I think I could be fine there too. At the stove, I poured her cup of coffee. The three sugar cubes I plopped in sent dark ripples across the surface. The spoon clinked against the mug as I stirred counterclockwise, ruminating on how Louisa’s mother thinks she’s working late at Andy’s tonight. She’d be gone tomorrow, and Paris didn’t seem like it would be so bad.
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