ON PARIS

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris ... then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." Ernest Hemingway

Wednesday, 17 February 2021

#WEPff FEBRUARY - 'Woman in Gold', Inspired by 'THE KISS', Gustav Klimt.

Hello! Welcome to WEP 2021, the Year of Art. We begin with Klimt's THE KISS.



My entry today is taken from my to-be-published-in-2021 novel, Paris Dreams. We at WEP often share how many writers who've written a flash fiction for WEP go on to write a full-length novel. 

My story grew from a flash fiction Her Final Day that I wrote for #Fridayflash before the idea of WEP was born. It grew first into a short story of 3,000 words, then kept growing until I had 104,000 words, too much. So with help from my writer friends, it's now down to 100,000 words and I'm cutting more before it goes on pre-order. 

So, if you've toyed with the idea of writing for WEP, join me and many others who have turned flash fiction into a novel. And if you have a similar story, please share in comments.

For this excerpt, I cut down a 3,000 word chapter to 1,000 words, deleting, rearranging, massaging it to suit the challenge. It's the chapter which has references to Klimt so it suited the art theme. 

I hope you get the context and enjoy...


 

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oday is the day I move into Apartment 5A of rue des Martyrs Residences in Montmartre. I’ve been too busy with coursework at the Paris Institut of Fashion to give much thought to moving day.

The day is here. Ready or not.

Raphael passes me a takeaway coffee and we toast each other. ‘Are you okay, Sassy?’ He puts a hand on my shoulder and watches me, no doubt afraid I’m going to have a meltdown.

‘It’s all good.’ I remember my exhilaration the evening I moved in and the good times I’ve shared here with Raphael since. ‘I’m both excited and nostalgic.’

He frowns, no doubt uneasy that he’s done the wrong thing convincing me to move. Throwing his empty cup into the trash, he says, ‘Let’s get into it then.’ He heaves my sewing machine from the worktable.

Tossing my cup, I grab a box of fabric samples and lead Raphael downstairs. I race ahead to the door, stepping aside to let Raphael stagger past and set my sewing machine onto the dining table. Walking across the shiny retro black and white diagonal tiles, I spy the marble fireplace with baroque trims. I put down my box. ‘Phew. This apartment is beyond gorgeous.’

‘That’s the reaction I wanted.’ He takes my hand. ‘Let’s do the tour.’

Everywhere I look there’s something amazing. ‘Wow, Raphael,’ I keep repeating. I’m staggered at how the rooms sparkle with early morning light shining through the large floor to ceiling windows and how the French doors climb up to the ceiling to pick out the adorable plaster cupids and the bunches of grapes dripping from the corners of the luscious molding. ‘I love it. Oh, those black wooden beams are fabulous against the white ceiling.’ I can’t resist rubbing my palm over the walls. With the suede effect designed by Raphael, the walls are white and soft as cheese. ‘These walls are a masterpiece.’

 ‘I knew you’d love them. Let’s go onto the balcony.’ He walks me past the opulent chaise he’s installed near the windows, opens the doors and with a flourish of his hand, ushers me outside.

Paris is spread at our feet. The sun turns the terracotta rooftops golden and there’s an even better view of the Eiffel Tower than from the attic. ‘Wow. We’ll share an evening drink and watch the sunset.’ I rub my hand over the scrolled steel tabletop and admire the chairs with plump black and white cushions. ‘How much furniture did you buy? I owe you.’

‘It’s a house-warming present. If you don’t like something, it can be returned.’

I grip the balcony rails and try not to resent him for buying furniture without checking with me. But his choices are perfect. Of course. He’s an artist. ‘You’ve made great choices. It feels like home. Thanks.’ I hug him and think how much I love Raphael and Paris. His generosity is not an act of control like my father’s back in New York, rather an act of love. But I would have liked black and pink checked cushion covers. Just saying.

Raphael kisses my forehead. ‘I love doing things for you.’

‘You’ve outdone yourself.’ Back inside, I marvel at the pièce de resistance, the opulent Louis X1V inspired bedroom with its luxuriant burgundy cover fringed with gold which wouldn’t be out of place at Versailles. ‘Raphael, it’s heaven.’ I turn and embrace him. ‘We’ll watch the Eiffel Tower twinkle from the bed.’

He gives me a wicked smile, takes a curl of my hair and twists it around his finger. ‘I want to see more than the Eiffel Tower twinkle.’

I take a deep breath. ‘As much as I love my attic, this apartment is brilliant.’ I want to run wild and whoop around this new space.

‘When we finish bringing down your things, Sassy, I’ll hang some art.’

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I watch him hang a huge oil on the living room wall.

‘“The Four Seasons of Paris”,’ he says with a sweep of his hand, ‘a Raphael Valentine original.’

I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. ‘OhMyGod. It’s stunning.’ It’s a polyptych, four gorgeous gold-edged panels. Pink flowered trees line the Champs-Elysées in spring with us sitting on a bench facing the Eiffel Tower; the Hotel de Ville beach with our easily recognizable figures embracing after playing volleyball represents summer; autumn leaves fall near the Pont des Arts where we’re picnicking on a golden rug; winter sees me wearing a long red coat walking through the snow beside the Seine towards Raphael. I’ve yet to experience a Paris spring or winter. Winter is coming. I hope it’s as beautiful as his painting promises. I’d better buy a red coat.

‘You don’t mind me choosing art for you?’ Raphael squeezes my shoulder.

My eyes flicker from panel to panel then back again. ‘Not at all. This,’ I hold out my hand, ‘is truly amazing.’ I wrap my arm around his waist. ‘I’m impressed how the brush work is more Monet than Dali, but I see a glimpse of Klimt’s “Woman in Gold” in your metallic rendition of summer.’

He grins. ‘Maybe I’m entering my “Golden Phase.” I love the way Klimt used gold, which is how I see you, my love, pure gold. You’ll be my Adele Bloch-Bauer 1.’ He spins me around and kisses me. He takes my hand and leads me to the chaise longue with its red velvet and gold trim.

 ‘This chaise is my favorite piece of furniture. I’ve used it to pose my muses. Just kidding.’ He sits me on the chaise and I have fun reclining like a glamorous muse against the padded end, fluffing out my long blonde hair, one arm behind my head like Klimt's muse, Emilie Floge. ‘You’re my muse, Sassy. I’m inspired to paint like never before, my own woman in gold.’

Despite my misgivings, how well we’re getting along. I’m his muse. He’s my muse. Inspired by him, I’ll create fashion which will bring Paris to its knees.

How many women are lucky enough to have a lover like Raphael before them on their knees?

 

WORDS: 1014

FCA


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44 comments:

  1. Awe. Wonder. Delight.
    I am so very grateful to have found WEP which feeds the greedy reader in me time after time after time.
    Thank you.

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    1. Thank you Sue. We're also very glad you found WEP.

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  2. Oh, I feel a conflict coming. Did Raphael make too many decisions for the heroine? Did she rebel against him taking over her life? I would have. I like choosing furniture and art myself.
    Great flash, Denise.

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  3. Super nifty incorporation of the prompt into the tale! Loved it. Marvellous rich descriptions as usual. Always rewarding to read your Paris-set romances. I do agree with Olga though- Raphael seems too good to be true, pun intended! :)

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  4. Hi Denise - loved this description ... I could really 'see' the story happening - really clever, which caught the mood of Paris and the life of artistic souls - who knows their future together as an artist and muse. Wish I could be on a warm sunny place in Paris just now. Fun story - thank you ... Hilary

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  5. Thank you Denise for this ode to Paris. I stayed Rue des Martyrs over a summer back in 1986, during an internship, so your story brought back fond memories. Congratulations on your novel. Take care. Keep writing. Susan Baury Rouchard.

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    1. I love des Martyrs still. Glad it brought it back.

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  6. I was back in Paris this morning before the start of my crazy day at work. Thank you! I can literally smell the air and taste a chausson aux pomme (probably spelled wrong - it's been too long). I loved it. Very descriptive and all accomplished in such a short piece. Well done!

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    1. Thanks Steph. Vicarious travel is a bright light in these times.

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  7. Thanks for sharing this. I could really see the scene. And I enjoyed seeing them interact and then figuring out what their relationship was.

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  8. I slipped into that so easily! Beautiful words as always - lovely!

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  9. Very romantic and sensuous. A great flavour of Paris. And it feels like the tip of the iceberg of exploring this relationship. I find it marvellous that a flash can blossom into a full-length book, like it has here.

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    1. Thanks Nick. It certainly is the tip of the iceberg for these two.

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  10. I love this. It reads so simple and sweet and yet, I feel there is a twist or turn coming. I love the description and art references. It really pulls you into the characters and setting.

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  11. Breathtaking and interesting. Looking forward to see unfolding of more frills.

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  12. Beautiful. Looking forward to a big inciting incident!

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    1. There's plenty of them in the future for these two!

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  13. Love the idea of two artistic souls meeting up. Monet is my personal favorite. Art is so expressive and your writing captures it all. Congratulations on your new book.
    Nancy

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  14. Nice job creating the excerpt as a match for the prompt. I can sense that things are a little too perfect, though--I see conflict coming!

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  15. I can't wait to see this one published. A perfect love story! I enjoyed reading about Sassy and Raphael again! My desire to visit Paris lives on!

    So many entries just waiting to be read. Love it!

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    1. Yes it's great to see so many out early in the year. So far, they've been so unique.

      Glad you dipped your toes into Sassy and Raphael again! I'm nearly finished the final edits.

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  16. This was a wonderful read, and now I'm aching for a trip to Paris. That apartment sounds magnificent! I also thoroughly enjoyed the interactions between Sassy and Raphael. Best of luck with the publishing process!

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  17. I love a man who can choose art for me that I love--a real test of compatibility. I bet Sassy feels the same way. You've created the perfect Parisian atmosphere.Here's to publication.

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  18. Lovely Denise. You make me want to visit Paris... I was only there once for an awful conference and it rained buckets! I zoom with a friend there weekly due to Covid so you put the icing on the cake and whet my appetite..

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  19. I was transported to city of love with all its accoutrements and into the mind of your heroine as she wavers between joy and the slightest apprehension. How well you've captured the dilemma of women in a relationship with a man. 'how the French doors climb up to the ceiling to pick out the adorable plaster cupids' what a gorgeous description.

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  20. Great descriptions transporting us in to the realms of a Parisian apartment with the subtle touches of tension maybe rising when Sassy has no choice in the furniture or decor - I wonder if their relationship will survive.

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  21. Wow. Such a lovely love story :)

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  22. Oh I am so dreading what happens! It's a great piece of picture-making, great atmosphere, and the 'place' is just right.
    Funny, it's transported me back to a meeting in a hotel at Montmartre that I revisited only yesterday, when rereading something else inspired that day :)

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    1. That's awesome Jemima. Yes, there's a rocky road ahead for these two.

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  23. The detail in your descriptions really captures the spirit of Paris. I love the chemistry between your characters and the art references woven in. I'm really looking forward to your novel and seeing how the rest of the story unfolds.

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    1. Thanks Anstice. I'm really looking forward to its publication too!

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