We'll Always Have Paris

by 875265

What happens when fun and fast-paced nights in the kitchen of the most famous and acclaimed restaurant in France go awry? When the lights go out and love turns into a recurring nightmare? Brief yet rich vignettes detail the ups and downs of a tempestuous relationship against the backdrop of Goodness me, regardez à Paris.

3. Chapter 3

The rat stared into the mirror with a mixture of confusion, concern and complete horror. My right eye was now purple. My taped-up nose might as well have been hanging on for dear life. My lip was split down the middle. My clothes were on, but I knew that bruises had started to form on my shoulder.

I smiled weakly, slid on sunglasses and gave the story; I hadn't been looking where I was going on my way to work and tripped over my own two feet and fell right down the stairs. Clumsy me. The rat's expression didn't change.

I put my hat on with him inside it. "A votre santé," I teased and swiped the keys on my way out.

I imagined ignoring his Et toi, if rats could talk.