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 · 2 answers · asked by Sarah__xx 3 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
“Ah, ah,” the man sighed, grabbing her hand and kissing it gently. “Not before I introduce myself, now. Cadmium, isn’t it? Yes, yes it is… I’m Pierre Boone. Of course, you don’t know that.”
Cadmium sighed. A stalker?
A suave stalker…
Okay, she snapped out of it.
“Yes,” she growled, now longer acting. “May I please be left alone now?”
“Of course,” Pierre moved her hand down to her side, stroking it before letting go. “I’ll see you on stage tomorrow night, mmmm?”
“If you get in,”
“Good night, Cadmium, darling.”
2007-09-21 18:46:01 · update #1
Thanks for the comment.
I'm only 12 years old... it's not really my best work, but i'm trying.
2007-09-21 19:08:09 · update #2