I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!
Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…
So here it is!
Previously posted on November 1st of 2018, here’s a part of a mini-series I wrote last year, while visiting Paris! I remember sitting on the little terrace of our Airbnb rental, late in the night, and falling in love with the city, and this story. Had I been there alone, I probably would have come back with enough material to make a book out of it…
I should have known.
I should have known from the start something like this would happen. Just typical of me, wouldn’t you say? But who am I kidding, and how could you know? You don’t even have a clue about who I am… You probably haven’t even noticed me yet. Or maybe you have. And if so, I am probably just the odd girl spending hours in the inner courtyard, warming her fingers on cheap candles in the dark, typping relentlessly on her laptop keyboard, smoking cigarette after cigarette, sometimes sipping wine straight from a grocerie store-bought bottle of wine.
Fall has long settled, even here. My nights are cold and the countdown before I disappear again and leave the patio table to spend winter by itself almost over.
Still, tonight again, I sit patiently. As I have been, for ten days straight, let alone the nights rained poured as if it couldn’t stand the constant clicking of my fingertips on the keys. I guess it needed a break from my silly whereabouts, and its freezing teardrops were far enough to chase me back inside my temporary nest.
Even then, I opened the curtains of the only window of the apartment, and nestled on the couch, all lights out, peeking up.
To say that I stalked you would be exagerated. But tonight again, I can’t seem to find rest unless I luckily get a glimpse of your silhouette. Only then will I finally set to go to bed. It isn’t rational, to say the least.
After all, I came here, thousands of miles away from home to be alone. A nameless face in the crowd. No odd of a chance encounter with a long lost acquaintance. A perfect stranger, in an astranged city, big enough to swallow me whole, and, hopefully never spit me out.
And yet, you caught my eye the very first night I got here. No, that’s a lie. Your ever lit window did. Like a lighthouse, drawing my stare up to the second floor. Making me wonder…
That’s all I really needed. To wonder.
And now here I am…
I should have known. Curiosity and imagination are my two worst enemies. And you’ve awakened them both.
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