Past present- An original short story
The older one is, the more one's memories haunt them. You first understand it when you snuggle in your grandma’s arms while she tells you of her adventures as a teenager. Or when your great uncle sometimes sighs in the middle of a conversation, remembering an old friend.
Imagine being over two hundred and sixty years old.
It was a Sunday night and the Parisian restaurant was empty apart from a family, a couple and a shadow in a corner. It was slightly illuminated with a single candle. It sat alone, an empty chair facing it.
A waiter approached it cautiously. What he saw was a young woman with dark hair and eyes and a flowing black dress. A slit in the front of it revealed her bronze skin.
“Bonsoir Madame, have you chosen an appetizer yet?”
“Oui, your best rouge. Merci”
“Can you please show me your I.D. Just to make sure you are over 18.”
She huffed a laugh. If only he knew.
Five minutes later she was twirling her wine and humming a foreign song. There was a certain...emptiness to her eyes. Like she had never allowed herself to feel , like she had watched the years pass and would forever do so.
But she held herself straight and dipped her lips in the wine, no more than an attractive woman to the common eye. She decided that the only things that were timeless were red wine and herself.
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Okay what do you think? It could have been a little longer, but it would've made it too long. If you want to read more of my short stories click here.
Yours,
Juliette
Imagine being over two hundred and sixty years old.
It was a Sunday night and the Parisian restaurant was empty apart from a family, a couple and a shadow in a corner. It was slightly illuminated with a single candle. It sat alone, an empty chair facing it.
A waiter approached it cautiously. What he saw was a young woman with dark hair and eyes and a flowing black dress. A slit in the front of it revealed her bronze skin.
“Bonsoir Madame, have you chosen an appetizer yet?”
“Oui, your best rouge. Merci”
“Can you please show me your I.D. Just to make sure you are over 18.”
She huffed a laugh. If only he knew.
Five minutes later she was twirling her wine and humming a foreign song. There was a certain...emptiness to her eyes. Like she had never allowed herself to feel , like she had watched the years pass and would forever do so.
But she held herself straight and dipped her lips in the wine, no more than an attractive woman to the common eye. She decided that the only things that were timeless were red wine and herself.
______________
Okay what do you think? It could have been a little longer, but it would've made it too long. If you want to read more of my short stories click here.
Yours,
Juliette
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