La Sorcière – 2

This is actually a sequel to a story, a vignette really, that I wrote for NaSty, a storyfest I mentioned in the previous post. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Admittedly, it’s a very modest attempt.
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Michael hung up the telephone smiling to himself. Not only had he, somewhat incredulously, captured the photographic image he’d thought eluded him the day before, but Annick wanted to see him. Michael was grinning as he thought about the long-legged, green-eyed beauty he’d made love to the previous night. It wasn’t quite real to him. She’d appeared almost out of nowhere as he was setting up his tripod and preparing to capture Notre Dame in the fading light of late afternoon. He’d been fit to be tied when she stretched out on the embankment which overlooked the Seine blocking his shot of the famed Cathedral. Annick seemed indifferent to his frustration. He’d given up on the photo and gone to a small cafe. Michael hadn’t eaten all day, focusing all his attention on his photography. And then, as he perused the menu, Annick was there. She held a lens case in her hand that Michael had forgot to pack when he left her at the edge of the Seine. Or had he forgot? Michael could swear he’d packed it with the rest of his equipment. And how could she have known he’d gone to this particular cafe? Michael was certain she couldn’t have seen him flag down a taxi. Certainly, she couldn’t have followed even if she had seen him get into the taxi. Une sorcière, she was a witch, she’d told him when he asked how she found him. Yeah. Right.
Michael looked out his apartment window when he heard the car horn. Annick’s blue Peugeot sat in front. How’d she get here so quickly? She’d said she was at home when she phoned him, only five minutes ago, and she lived just outside Paris. It would take her nearly an hour, Michael remembered thinking. Yet there she was. There had to be a logical explanation. Michael refused to believe this beautiful, coppery-haired girl with the enchanting smile was a witch.
to be continued.

(Originally posted on the East End Journal.)

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  1. February 23, 2010 at 1:43 am

    I like this.:)

  2. February 19, 2010 at 11:03 pm

    I’m getting older…but, I knew I had read this before!(LOL) 🙂

    • February 19, 2010 at 11:06 pm

      Every time i’m logged in, i get the nastyromo avatar(Marsha)…(LOL) I am tempted to go to the Drama Page and make outlandish comments that would embarrass Marsha…”Hey! How about we have a Naked Monday!” or “I’m queen of the castle and I’m not wearing any underwear!”

  3. Marsha
    February 19, 2010 at 9:28 pm

    Yes, “to be continued” please. I like your characters.

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