It’s 1920, in the lonely street of France, a man puffing a cigarette in the shadows, tall, slim and alone. The streets then fill with people, the theatre performance has just finished.. There, he saw her.. surrounded by photographers, by paparazzi. After the hassle, she walks past him.. glanced and moved on. He ran up to her and tapped her shoulder.
“Well, hello miss.” he grinned a crooked grin. The girl obviously in her younger ages, swung around to she the man.
“Yes, sir?” she asked politely, her wonderful acting hiding the irritation in her voice. Probably just another fan.
“Ah, madam…” he circled her, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it, the sizzling fading into the brick street. “Beautiful work, tonight. Very beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she sighed. “I must get to my cab, now.”
2007-09-21
18:45:32
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