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It was a foggy night in Paris , the moon was playing hide and seek whith the clouds, and as a background you could hear the city slowly dying.
Restaurants are closing and a drunk old man is singing old french songs , reminishing his youthness while slowly approaching the way home.
There is a middle aged prostitute in a side of the street ,she smokes a cigarette ,but it seems more like that the cigarette it’s smoking her , there are no emotions in her eyes .
She fix her lipstick while she watch the Senna flowing under the under the bridge.
She wears a pair of louboutin , an old client bought those for her , Reginald Dubois, Remì for the close friends ;
what a weird man she thought, sometimes he booked an appointment with her not to have payed sex , but just to have someone to talk to; at least he was well mannered .
She reach for her handbag mirror , but while doing so her purse falls to the ground , a young man sees the scene and intervenes , kneeling down and taking the bag for her .
They look at eachother for a second but it seems an eternity, he’ s not only watching her , he is studying her trying to cross the terrestrial phisical dimension and reach her soul.
She is feeling like her heart is stopping for a long second , she is feeling young again , an animalistic passion is burning inside of her , “What is it lavender?” she says sniffing his neck, she has no control on her action in that moment .
“You like it ?” he says , his eyes got some type of magnetism because she can’t stop looking at him, she is feeling like a teenager with her first love; “I gotta calm down”, she thinks .
She suddenly push him and take back the purse , “merci” she says with a cold tone , “Now you can go…and stop looking at me like that , what is your problem?!”
“ You don’ t like it?” he says , a big smile appears on his face
She turns around ignoring him
“Give me a chance”
“Why should I” she reply , lightning up another cigarette
“Because our soul are connected, I don’t know ho to explain it , I just feel it.”
Tomorrow at midnight , le “Chat noire club” , Montparnasse , just me and you for one night ,then if you want I will disappear from your life forever .
His voice is trembling.
“You never been part of it petit and never will”
A car stops close to them , roll down the window , it’s Mr Remì ,he has little eyes that quickly move all over his visual and small elegant moustaches dancing on the border of his superior lip , his voice it’s very calm but at the same time shows an extreme inner fragility, “Mon dieu Claudette you are as beautiful as ever , you remind me of the spring ! Could I have the honor to take you on a ride ?”
“Oui monsieur Remì” she reply and enter in the car.
“Ciao Claudette” whisper the young boy slowly waving with his hand , then put it in his pocket and proceed to walk in the opposite direction of the car .
The car is moving and Claudette put her head outside the window , she look up to sky ,then she looks around , and scream : “Bonne nuit Paris”
The morning after Claudette cameback in her little apartment in “Le Marais “, the night with Mr Remì had been “alternative” as usual, they chatted for hours talking about “Paris dans la belle epoque” and old movies while drinking a lot of wine causing Remì to fall asleep while they were starting to have sex , so she left , taking with herself the money on the sofa and a box of strawberries that the old man had in the fridge .
She couldn’ t get some sleep that night becuse she was still thinking about that damn unknown guy she met the night before .His face was stuck i her mind as a terrible nightmare.
I must forget him , she thought.
For breakfast she had croissant , strawberries and cigarettes three of the five remaining in the pack , then she had a shower and tried to get some rest , another hard night was waiting for her .
She woke up at 8 pm with a terrible headache , she missed the appointment with mr Durand , but she wasn’t mad because he was an asshole , and always tried to choke her.
At 9 pm she had an appointment with Mr Fournier at 10pm with Mr Bernard and at midnight she took service on the streets as always , she was tremendously busy.
She was gettin ready in her little room , in front of the mirror , how could he ever love a woman like me? she thought .
Claudette was beautiful , she had big green eyes ,hairs black as the coal , and extremely long legs compared to the body which made her look like a “ Danseur”.
She was a mature woman but she had a youthful fire burning inside ; you could recognize an incredible sufference in her eyes , mixed with a little bit of apathy.
She was a beautiful rose that was slowly wilting inside.
Before going out she cried a little bit , turning off the lights , because she didn’t want to see herself in the mirror. It was one of those night in wich all the emotions come out and you can’t control it.
She cleaned her face , drank some other wine and then left home .
It was one of those nights in wich only her body left her house , Claudette was still in her dark room , alone with her thoughts.
She met Mr fournier at 9 pm following her agenda , she had sex with him in a small park near her house , she looked at the sky for all the time of the short intercourse, but unfortunately she didnt see any star , just some planes .
She would have really loved to fly away too , from all her problem , to hover in the sky , and not being Claudette anymore , but just a flying body in the space .
At 10 pm she met Mr Fournier, he was extremely rude and took her violently, for the first time in her life she didn’t even felt human , she felt like she was some sort of animal , totally dehumanized .
She cameback home, and for a brief second, she thought about taking her life.
“STAY STRONG CLAUDETTE , STAY STRONG CLAUDETTE , STAY STRONG CLAUDETTE ”
She screamed with all the voice that she had in her body covering her mouth with a pillow ,that made her feel better.
She had two hours before going back to the “streets” ; when she was sad she liked to watch “A day of rain in New York” , she liked rom-com , Timothée Chalamet and that aura of nostalgia .
She cried during the movie , she wanted some love in her life too , some happiness.
Her heart was in the ocean and everyday it sank deeper and deeper.
She thought about the unknown young boy, he had a special place in her mind , but she didn’t admit it to herself.
It was midnight, time to go back to work .
00.30, she looked up on the smartphone and sighed , she thought about the invite received, but as she always says she stopped believing in fary tales a long time ago.
After a few minutes a car stopped next to her work location, she was about to enter in the car , but then she noticed that he already had his pants unzipped ,his meat out and was vigorously touching himself, while looking at her like a lion watches the dead body of his preys.
In the meanwhile he was holding the money with the right hand pointing them in her direction .
She didn’t really know what clicked in her , but Claudette throwed up and started running , inside of her a mix of emotions , she was mad , sad , confused .
Only had one thing clear in mind :she had to find the unknown youngboy.
She called a taxi , “ Le chat noir Montparnasse s’il vous plait”.
She finally arrived after 15 minutes , she was feeling different , an inexplicable energy was moving her .
She opened the door of the club .
Some jazz music was playing , and extravagant people were smoking and drinking at their table while boldly discussing.
She looked for the boy for an entire hour , but nothing , she didn’t found him , so she cameback disappointed to her work place.
She smoked her last cigarette , but it seemed more like the cigarette was smoking her .
“Claudette”…. “CLAUDETTE “
“Who is looking for me?” she reply while turning around.
It was him. Her heart was smiling.
“I wasted an hour of my life looking for you tonight ”she scream.
“I’ ve been looking for you for all the streets of Paris where were you? he reply ,
Claudette run towards him and kiss him on the lips , then they stare at eachother for a few seconds , there is some magic in their eyes .
“I got something for you” he says ,
“what is it ?”she replies smiling
He pulls out a little box and a bouquet
“Lavender”.
It was a foggy night in Paris , the moon was playing hide and seek whith the clouds, and as a background you could hear the city slowly dying.
Restaurants are closing and a drunk old man is singing old french songs , reminishing his youthness while slowly approaching the way home.
There is a middle aged prostitute in a side of the street ,she smokes a cigarette ,but it seems more like that the cigarette it’s smoking her , there are no emotions in her eyes .
She fix her lipstick while she watch the Senna flowing under the under the bridge.
She wears a pair of louboutin , an old client bought those for her , Reginald Dubois, Remì for the close friends ;
what a weird man she thought, sometimes he booked an appointment with her not to have payed sex , but just to have someone to talk to; at least he was well mannered .
She reach for her handbag mirror , but while doing so her purse falls to the ground , a young man sees the scene and intervenes , kneeling down and taking the bag for her .
They look at eachother for a second but it seems an eternity, he’ s not only watching her , he is studying her trying to cross the terrestrial phisical dimension and reach her soul.
She is feeling like her heart is stopping for a long second , she is feeling young again , an animalistic passion is burning inside of her , “What is it lavender?” she says sniffing his neck, she has no control on her action in that moment .
“You like it ?” he says , his eyes got some type of magnetism because she can’t stop looking at him, she is feeling like a teenager with her first love; “I gotta calm down”, she thinks .
She suddenly push him and take back the purse , “merci” she says with a cold tone , “Now you can go…and stop looking at me like that , what is your problem?!”
“ You don’ t like it?” he says , a big smile appears on his face
She turns around ignoring him
“Give me a chance”
“Why should I” she reply , lightning up another cigarette
“Because our soul are connected, I don’t know ho to explain it , I just feel it.”
Tomorrow at midnight , le “Chat noire club” , Montparnasse , just me and you for one night ,then if you want I will disappear from your life forever .
His voice is trembling.
“You never been part of it petit and never will”
A car stops close to them , roll down the window , it’s Mr Remì ,he has little eyes that quickly move all over his visual and small elegant moustaches dancing on the border of his superior lip , his voice it’s very calm but at the same time shows an extreme inner fragility, “Mon dieu Claudette you are as beautiful as ever , you remind me of the spring ! Could I have the honor to take you on a ride ?”
“Oui monsieur Remì” she reply and enter in the car.
“Ciao Claudette” whisper the young boy slowly waving with his hand , then put it in his pocket and proceed to walk in the opposite direction of the car .
The car is moving and Claudette put her head outside the window , she look up to sky ,then she looks around , and scream : “Bonne nuit Paris”
The morning after Claudette cameback in her little apartment in “Le Marais “, the night with Mr Remì had been “alternative” as usual, they chatted for hours talking about “Paris dans la belle epoque” and old movies while drinking a lot of wine causing Remì to fall asleep while they were starting to have sex , so she left , taking with herself the money on the sofa and a box of strawberries that the old man had in the fridge .
She couldn’ t get some sleep that night becuse she was still thinking about that damn unknown guy she met the night before .His face was stuck i her mind as a terrible nightmare.
I must forget him , she thought.
For breakfast she had croissant , strawberries and cigarettes three of the five remaining in the pack , then she had a shower and tried to get some rest , another hard night was waiting for her .
She woke up at 8 pm with a terrible headache , she missed the appointment with mr Durand , but she wasn’t mad because he was an asshole , and always tried to choke her.
At 9 pm she had an appointment with Mr Fournier at 10pm with Mr Bernard and at midnight she took service on the streets as always , she was tremendously busy.
She was gettin ready in her little room , in front of the mirror , how could he ever love a woman like me? she thought .
Claudette was beautiful , she had big green eyes ,hairs black as the coal , and extremely long legs compared to the body which made her look like a “ Danseur”.
She was a mature woman but she had a youthful fire burning inside ; you could recognize an incredible sufference in her eyes , mixed with a little bit of apathy.
She was a beautiful rose that was slowly wilting inside.
Before going out she cried a little bit , turning off the lights , because she didn’t want to see herself in the mirror. It was one of those night in wich all the emotions come out and you can’t control it.
She cleaned her face , drank some other wine and then left home .
It was one of those nights in wich only her body left her house , Claudette was still in her dark room , alone with her thoughts.
She met Mr fournier at 9 pm following her agenda , she had sex with him in a small park near her house , she looked at the sky for all the time of the short intercourse, but unfortunately she didnt see any star , just some planes .
She would have really loved to fly away too , from all her problem , to hover in the sky , and not being Claudette anymore , but just a flying body in the space .
At 10 pm she met Mr Fournier, he was extremely rude and took her violently, for the first time in her life she didn’t even felt human , she felt like she was some sort of animal , totally dehumanized .
She cameback home, and for a brief second, she thought about taking her life.
“STAY STRONG CLAUDETTE , STAY STRONG CLAUDETTE , STAY STRONG CLAUDETTE ”
She screamed with all the voice that she had in her body covering her mouth with a pillow ,that made her feel better.
She had two hours before going back to the “streets” ; when she was sad she liked to watch “A day of rain in New York” , she liked rom-com , Timothée Chalamet and that aura of nostalgia .
She cried during the movie , she wanted some love in her life too , some happiness.
Her heart was in the ocean and everyday it sank deeper and deeper.
She thought about the unknown young boy, he had a special place in her mind , but she didn’t admit it to herself.
It was midnight, time to go back to work .
00.30, she looked up on the smartphone and sighed , she thought about the invite received, but as she always says she stopped believing in fary tales a long time ago.
After a few minutes a car stopped next to her work location, she was about to enter in the car , but then she noticed that he already had his pants unzipped ,his meat out and was vigorously touching himself, while looking at her like a lion watches the dead body of his preys.
In the meanwhile he was holding the money with the right hand pointing them in her direction .
She didn’t really know what clicked in her , but Claudette throwed up and started running , inside of her a mix of emotions , she was mad , sad , confused .
Only had one thing clear in mind :she had to find the unknown youngboy.
She called a taxi , “ Le chat noir Montparnasse s’il vous plait”.
She finally arrived after 15 minutes , she was feeling different , an inexplicable energy was moving her .
She opened the door of the club .
Some jazz music was playing , and extravagant people were smoking and drinking at their table while boldly discussing.
She looked for the boy for an entire hour , but nothing , she didn’t found him , so she cameback disappointed to her work place.
She smoked her last cigarette , but it seemed more like the cigarette was smoking her .
“Claudette”…. “CLAUDETTE “
“Who is looking for me?” she reply while turning around.
It was him. Her heart was smiling.
“I wasted an hour of my life looking for you tonight ”she scream.
“I’ ve been looking for you for all the streets of Paris where were you? he reply ,
Claudette run towards him and kiss him on the lips , then they stare at eachother for a few seconds , there is some magic in their eyes .
“I got something for you” he says ,
“what is it ?”she replies smiling
He pulls out a little box and a bouquet
“Lavender”.
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