Vignettes & Flash Fiction: A Parisian View
Category: Art
Current mood:  blissful

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.