Just something I dreamed up as I was desperately trying to ignore my alarm clock the other morning. It actually wasn't meant to be like this, but I started writing and the story just took its own path. Ah well, c'est la vie d'un auteur.
Anyway, I'm going out of the States for a few days and won't be near a computer. Leave me lots of love and I will get back to you when I get home.
P.S. - warning: femmeslash. Please no flamers, you've been warned.

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As she walked into your office, she looked happy - until she saw you. The smile in her eyes faltered ever so slightly. Any one who knew her less than you did wouldn't have noticed. You asked her what she was doing back here, she still had another day of vacation left. She looked surprised that you were able to recall that off the top of your head. That hurt just a little. Maybe more than just a little. She said she's not working today, she just came in to see you. You try not to look too happy about that. She reached into her purse and pulled out a picture frame just bigger than her delicate hands. She told you she saw this and knew you would like it. You turned it over and saw the painting of the Eiffel Tower done in a style similar to Monet's. You remember telling her he was your favorite artist - you never thought she would remember that. She asked you not to tell any one where you got the painting, she didn't get a gift for any one else. You realize silently that you're the only person, besides her husband, that she thought of while on her honeymoon. She starts talking about their trip. You notice her eyes light up as she talked about how artistic Paris was. If she wasn't a doctor, you swear she'd be a model, just to be around art. Suddenly she sees the clock and says she has to go - she's meeting her husband for lunch. You drop your eyes down to the painting so that she can't see the sadness newly there. You thank her for the picture. She smiles and shrugs, and her voice still rings through your memory, "Just thought you might like a little something Parisian. See you tomorrow, Lisa."