Sticky Note No. 8

So here is one from Paris…I could not resist writing from my table at a favorite café, and there were story ideas exploding all around me!

It was warmer in Paris than she had expected. She stopped in front of their café and she knew she looked good, because several men had paused to say “Bonjour,” while she was walking by. Getting out of the Parisian taxi, reminded her that she used to smoke and that she would resume as she always did in Paris. But sitting at the café in their corner, she was not thinking about cigarettes or anything else really…except him…

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