La Sorcière

Michael adjusted the camera lens just one more time. He’d spent hours setting up this shot and now the sun was setting, and if he didn’t do it just right he’d have to do it all over again tomorrow.
Annick sat down on the embankment overlooking the Seine, her long legs stretched out in front of her.
“What the …,” Michael abruptly looked up from behind his tripod and had the sinking feeling that he’d lost his chance to capture his shot. “Would you mind?” he said. The girl looked up from the text she was reading. “Pardon, monsieur?” She turned to where he was standing, her copper-colored hair catching the last glints of sunlight. Michael found himself staring into her green eyes and nearly forgot what it was he’d wanted to ask her. “You’re blocking my shot,” he said when he regained his composure. “If you could …,” he motioned to where he needed her to be so that he had a clear shot of the cathedral. Notre Dame was bathed in the glow of sunset. The girl followed his gaze out across the river. “Very original,” she sniffed. Michael ignored her sarcasm but it was already too late to get the shot. He folded his tripod, packed up his equipment and turned to go. He decided to stop in the quiet left bank café he’d passed by earlier that day. He was studying the menu when he heard a voice and looked up. “I believe you left this, monsieur.” She held out a lens case. “How did you find me?” Michael said to the girl who’d spoiled his shot earlier. “Je suis une sorcière, monsieur. I am a witch,” she translated when he looked puzzled. Hearing it in English did little to clear up his bewilderment.

&&&

That night, Annick showed Michael her city. Her way of apologizing, she’d said, for her rudeness and for ruining his shot of Notre Dame. She was beautiful, Michael thought, unable to avert his gaze from her green eyes. Later, in her apartment, Annick led him to her bedroom. “Have you ever made love to a witch, Michael?”
Michael sat on the edge of her bed and smiled. “How do you know I don’t have a few tricks of my own?” he said, smiling. She put her hands on his shoulders and playfully pushed him back on the bed. “We shall see,” she said, laughing.

&&&

The next morning, as Michael developed his photographs, he looked in disbelief at the incredible image that he was certain he’d failed to capture the previous day. Yet there it was. Notre Dame in the exact light he’d been trying for. At that precise moment, Michael’s phone rang. It was Annick.

*The End*

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  1. Phil
    February 19, 2010 at 10:51 pm

    Thanks Marsha and Tiffany! I’m really happy you like it. It was really kind of an afterthought to do it ’cause I thought our NaSty was nearly over. Now I’ve done Part 2 and working on Part 3, lol.

  2. Marsha
    February 19, 2010 at 8:42 pm

    I liked this Phil, but is it really the end? Can’t we have more?

  3. February 19, 2010 at 4:55 pm

    Phil this was really good! There is so much said in the small space you took to tell this story! I love the beautiful moment that this captures. Short story perfection!

  4. Phil
    February 17, 2010 at 4:26 pm

    Merci, Aheila! Lol, we call you a computer wiz, not witch. Did you inspire this? Actually, peut être subconsciously. And you do inspire me with your writing. I’m thrilled you like it and that you wanted more. I actually toyed with the idea of writing a sequel to this, but truthfully it was meant to be a little vignette.

    • February 17, 2010 at 5:11 pm

      Oh no! I assure you that Antonio has used “witch” just about everytime he qualified my computer skills! 😉
      I inspire you, really? That’s so cool!

  5. February 17, 2010 at 12:50 pm

    Yeah! Vive les sorcières françaises!
    I ought to show support since I’m French (not from France but close enough) and you all dubbed me “computer witch”.

    Wait a minute? Did I inspire that? 😉

    Nice one but yeah, definitely too short. I feel like the relationship between the characters deserved a little bit more time to build up.

  6. February 14, 2010 at 6:07 pm

    LOL, confused much you guys?
    😛 Great read! Thank you!!!

  7. Phil
    February 14, 2010 at 1:32 pm

    Thank you! I would have loved to do more. I just had this little vignette in mind for NaSty, but I’m thinking of a longer version which I will put on my new blog.
    I’m so happy you liked it. Btw, there’s only a Nastyromo signature so I’m not sure who’s commenting.

  8. February 14, 2010 at 9:44 am

    Too short! We need more of the sexy /french witch.

  9. Phil
    February 12, 2010 at 11:01 am

    Phil wrote it, um, i mean yes i wrote it, Antonio-kun, me, Phil! Sorry for any confusion… 🙂

    • Antonio Rich
      February 12, 2010 at 11:19 am

      (LOL!) It probably wasn’t confusing to anyone but me!

  10. Antonio Rich
    February 12, 2010 at 10:32 am

    So good. Aheila,I really liked this!

    • Antonio Rich
      February 12, 2010 at 10:43 am

      Wait a minute–did Phil write this, or Aheila? I really liked it…

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