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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020
Submitted to Contest #59
The wind bit into Clotie’s ankles as she walked along cigarette corpses and wet leaves. Amidst honking bikes and tired buses, fall clothes and coats swirled into a rustling fog that tamed Montmartre down a little bit. “Elle se decide celle-là ou merde?”, a fringed woman in a masculine suit grunted. Clotie stepped to the side and let the busy insect take the lead into the metro station. A deep sigh burned into Clotie’s neck – she turned around.Purple eyelids closed in despise at her. “Mon pied, mademoiselle.”“Pardon, je-” The ...
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