I didn't get to post last week - was so busy, but I'm sure you coped!
|Pont des Arts - |
No wonder the locks
caused the wire to
The lock system in Paris is under threat due to the recent collapse of a section at the Pont des Arts. I thought I'd resuscitate my story Love Locked in Paris which I wrote when I returned from a 2012 trip to Paris where our hotel was in view of the love-locked bridge beside Notre Dame. Perfect position to dream up stories...especially about the lovers who leave a token of their commitment on the bridges of Paris.
I hope you enjoy my story into which I've inserted some photographs I took at the time.
My candy pink dress with its French Poodle embroidery flares around my knees. Pink satin 4-inch heels complement my black net stockings. I still clutch the tiny posy of white roses which my darling Mitch handed to me on the steps of the *Mairie. Their scent envelopes me as I walk arm in arm with my beautiful man feeling oh so French.
Mitch, so handsome in his black suit, kisses the white gold and diamond ring on my finger – could this day get any better?
‘Let’s do it!’ he says.
‘I had it engraved,’ he says proudly.
Yes, this day could get better after all. 'You used our special names!'
I hold my breath as I search through the multitude of love locks. It's a wonder the bridge doesn't collapse under this weight of metal, I think to myself.
I attach the tiny plastic envelope to the lock handle, then I sob for our fractured love.
We were meant to be together, forever.
The door opens before I find the slot. I step back in fright, clasping my chest and breathing in jerky breaths.
‘Mitch! What are you doing here?’
‘Same as you, I imagine.’
‘I read your letter.’
‘Then you -‘.
'I saw our photo album.
'I needed reminding of the happiest day of my life.'
‘I’m sorry sweetheart. It wasn’t you who needed reminding – it was me. I’ll do better. What I did was despicable, but...will you take me back? I'm so sorry. I love you...I love you...’
I entwine my arms around his neck and soak his beautiful white shirt with my tears.
It feels so right to be in his arms where I belong – could this day get any better?
*Mairie (Town Hall, where secular wedding ceremonies take place)