Wednesday in Paris
"But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again..."
She was alone in a café booth. A vintage camera, photographs of the Eiffel Tower, a cup of tea, and a notebook were sprawled out on the table in front of her.
He sat with his friends at a full table of six. They were deep into a conversation about teams and the coveted football. They were making plans to hold a match this Saturday.
She waited in line for the dimwits behind the counter to somehow get her order right. She wondered why she even came here in the first place, as they always seemed to get it wrong.
He sat at a table with his iPod. He typed in his laptop a paper that was due this Monday as he paid no attention to the people that chattered around him.
She was alone in a café booth. A vintage camera, photographs of the Eiffel Tower, a cup of tea, and a notebook were sprawled out on the table in front of her.
He sat with his friends at a full table of six. They were deep into a conversation about teams and the coveted football. They were making plans to hold a match this Saturday.
She waited in line for the dimwits behind the counter to somehow get her order right. She wondered why she even came here in the first place, as they always seemed to get it wrong.
He sat at a table with his iPod. He typed in his laptop a paper that was due this Monday as he paid no attention to the people that chattered around him.
