Post by account_disabled on Dec 12, 2023 0:21:40 GMT -6
Worlds beyond the world When they turned down a deserted street, Jacques stopped and looked her in the eyes. There were few noises around, a distant carriage, horses' hooves and carriage wheels that vanished into silence, some voices, who knows where. Nobody on the street. Francine found herself alone with a child she had never seen and who could have been anyone, in a distant and unknown city. “I need your head, Francine,” Jacques said seriously. Francine held her breath. «But I have no intention of taking her away from you», smiled Jacques, noticing his friend's expression.
Francine started breathing again. “You know,” Jacques said, “here we can go where no one else has ever been.” “What does that mean?” asked Francine. "I'm talking about other worlds," Jacques replied, "I mentioned it to you in our chat." “Yes, I remember,” Francine said. That was one of the reasons that convinced her to leave. “But we'll talk about it Phone Number Data tomorrow,” continued his friend. «When we go to Buttes Chaumont. You have read a lot, you are very intelligent and together with you I will be able to reveal many secrets of this earth and go far, do you understand? Where no one has ever been before." «How mysterious you are, Jacques!» “I'm not the one, Francine,” the boy said. “It's Paris that's mysterious.” Jacques continued walking. Chérie instead scratched on the walls of the basket meowing in an urgent tone.
Francine let her out and her kitten looked around her bewildered. But she only had to smell here and there to take over the place. She then marked the territory as she had previously marked the nacelle of the airship. Jacques, now a few meters ahead, stopped to wait. “Come on, Francine,” he said. The little girl looked at her friend: he suddenly inspired her with confidence. She looked over her shoulder. The Arc de Triomphe was no longer visible, nor the flying ship. Far away, like her London, her parents, her anonymous classmates and Mrs Evans. Like her life before her. In front of her, in that magical city, a daily adventure beyond all imagination awaited her, she suddenly understood. A smile finally formed on her lips. She looked at the cat, who was procrastinating in front of a door, rubbing herself against the doors.
Francine started breathing again. “You know,” Jacques said, “here we can go where no one else has ever been.” “What does that mean?” asked Francine. "I'm talking about other worlds," Jacques replied, "I mentioned it to you in our chat." “Yes, I remember,” Francine said. That was one of the reasons that convinced her to leave. “But we'll talk about it Phone Number Data tomorrow,” continued his friend. «When we go to Buttes Chaumont. You have read a lot, you are very intelligent and together with you I will be able to reveal many secrets of this earth and go far, do you understand? Where no one has ever been before." «How mysterious you are, Jacques!» “I'm not the one, Francine,” the boy said. “It's Paris that's mysterious.” Jacques continued walking. Chérie instead scratched on the walls of the basket meowing in an urgent tone.
Francine let her out and her kitten looked around her bewildered. But she only had to smell here and there to take over the place. She then marked the territory as she had previously marked the nacelle of the airship. Jacques, now a few meters ahead, stopped to wait. “Come on, Francine,” he said. The little girl looked at her friend: he suddenly inspired her with confidence. She looked over her shoulder. The Arc de Triomphe was no longer visible, nor the flying ship. Far away, like her London, her parents, her anonymous classmates and Mrs Evans. Like her life before her. In front of her, in that magical city, a daily adventure beyond all imagination awaited her, she suddenly understood. A smile finally formed on her lips. She looked at the cat, who was procrastinating in front of a door, rubbing herself against the doors.