#vxndenburg

                                ; HAPPY almost BIRTHDAY, SIGNE !!!

     so this was PARIS. much less of the eiffel tower, & far more herds of people,      large tourist groups being marched around the various sights & attractions.      she had stopped to gaze up at the MONUMENTAL construction after slipping      off of the bus, her head tilting to the left as she silently processed the fact that      she really was in a new city, in a new COUNTRY. liesel had made her great      escape, yet now she was not entirely sure as to what she was meant to do with      herself now.

     she decided to take the  narrower back streets--- there were no tourists, only      locals. the delicious smell of fresh bread wafted along the road, & liesel stopped      to buy a fresh white roll. her money was aplenty, she had STOLEN from her      husband-to-be, yet any possible GUILT she could have been feeling was invisible.      REMORSE was not a word in liesel meminger’s vocabulary.

     the winding, one-way road led back to the river, & liesel sighed, pulling out her      mobile phone. the gps tracker didn’t work as she was out of range, & besides,      where was she meant to GO? biting her lip, she decided to stroll along the river’s      edge instead, hoping it would CLEAR her mind. had she made a MISTAKE? no.      marrying ludwig would have been a mistake. but was getting on a bus & escaping      to a different country a GOOD way to deal with her problems? no, probably not.

     weary legs sat her down on a bench & she pulled a cigarette out of her backpack.      a man was painting next to the river & liesel watched him for a few minutes. he was      quite good, but something was IRKING her. the detail of the water didn’t seem      RIGHT, & liesel had never learned when to keep her mouth SHUT.

; OH MY GODDDD