I really need to speak to you about something.
So speak. What is it?
The guy in the football stadium, he shook your hand and said what? I can see he is saying something.
You saw me at the stadium? I was dressed in red, I was virtually in a sea of red sequins, I thought I was invisible!'
The cameras found you. What did he say to you?
He told me his name was Franck, he wanted to know where I came from. He wondered what I was doing there. He said why are you English and watching this?
I told him I didn't know, I was sorry I came. I left shortly afterwards, I
spoke to two uniformed police at one of the exit tunnels, they directed
me into a waiting car and I went back to the hotel. I ate venison which I
usually hate, and drank a cold glass of Laurent Perrier Rose, which I also
don't like. I was doing things as if by clockwork, I didn't want to leave
the restaurant as I didn't want to go up to my room alone. I was
fortified after several glasses of champagne to ask the concierge to
accompany me to my room, which he did. He stayed longer than he
should.
What did you talk about?
I talked about the tall trees outside of the window, of the people going
past on bicycles, astonished by the fact they didn't get hit by cars. I was
saying nothing particular. I ordered aperitifs, some Vodka and freshly
squeezed orange juice with an ice bucket, oh and some scrambled eggs
from room service. He sat in the armchair by the window and lit a
cigarette.
What happened after the cigarette?
He pushed me down on the bed and fucked me.
Okay, but you didn't speak about the man in the navy suit who dropped
you at the hotel?
No, I didn't. Where is Franck? Where is Franck now?
He died.
He died?
Yes he died. He died not long after the trip. I read it in the newspaper. I was shocked.
So you know what happened then?
Not really.
They found him. He was murdered. Captured. Tied to a park bench, in
the dead of night and shot. Assailants unknown. Do you know who did
his?
The man in the restaurant who gave me the venison and champagne?
No, the man who fucked you.
Oh my god, I knew I hated him. But he was kind of attractive.
You are not right in your mind, you know that?
No, I am definately not. And I don't mind either, I don't actually care
until I see the laughing man. He scares me.
You need to stay away from him.
I can't, he follows me.
We have to go across the river tonight.
But it's dark and cold, there are no boats, the trains have stopped!
We will walk the bridge.
What if they see us?
If they see us, we will fight them.
In the heart of New York City, there was a bridge that spanned across
the dark, murky waters of the Hudson River. Legend had it that a
mysterious man lurked in the shadows beneath the end of the bridge,
his presence striking fear into the hearts of all who crossed it. Some
said he was a ghost, others believed he was a deranged hermit seeking
solitude in the bustling city.
Later that night, they found themselves stranded on the bridge, the rain
pelting down around them. As they hurried across, they caught a
glimpse eyes filled with a haunting sadness. And in that
moment, they realised that the man hiding in the shadows
was not a monster, but perhaps a lost soul seeking refuge from the harsh realities of the world above. Or was he?
She peered closely at the light flickering
across his tortured face.
It was her father.
But you are dead, you died a long time ago!
I am here with you, right here, right now.
Please leave me alone, you tried to kill me! I was your daughter, and
you tried to kill me!
I was stupid, I am sorry.
No, you are not sorry, and if I let you live, you will do it again.
The French man reached into his pocket and slowly retrieved his gun,
holding it now in outstretched arms.
Pull the trigger Frenchy, pull the fucking trigger.
So he did.
The shot rang out into the night.
How many more before the end?
The man slumped to the ground. She turned and gently kissed the
french mans soft cheek. He had the most beautiful complexion for a
middle aged man.
Frenchy. You know what? I once saw a man on a bike who wasn't there.
If you marry me, I will save you.
Yes, I will marry you.
And send you to hell with no extra charge.
You know what?
What.
If you ever leave me, Im coming with you.
23andme so I guess I'm fucked now.
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