-1Wistful
The night was cool, but not too cold. The moon was full, it's many craters clearly visible. The streets where empty in the late Parisian night, all except to, dark figures. Two dark figures with a dark future.
A whine could we heard from the bundle of rags in the alcove of a street corner., the youngest of the two. The noise was accompanied by a noise that seemed to come from a woman. It was a shushing noise, and impatient noise, and a be-witching noise. A baby, dressed in the only things she could provide, was cradled in her arms.
She sighed wistfully. Wistful for money. Wistful for a father to her child. Wistful for a home. Wistful to be able to provide for her child. Wistful that she didn't have to do what she must. To save her life and the babe's.
She stood, the baby still in her arms. Her baby. The baby she would never know. Biting back tears, she kissed the child's forehead, cheeks, then the lips. The woman's lips burnt. It was the only kiss she had given with real love. The woman was a prostitute. The child was out of wedlock. She was wistful that he wasn't.
The wistful woman knelt down to the floor, and placed the child on the street floor, outside a house. She bit her lip and stood to her full-height once more.
"Good night, sweet Javert."
Sweet?
You can only be so wistful in one cool, late, Parisian night.
Authors Note: Who knew it was Javert all along? Apart from the bit at the top where it says which characters they are. :. I'm not sure about this Fic. Maybe I'll change it from a One shot to a "Novel" Whadayathink?
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