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Scribblings of a Gigolo--Postcards from Paris (standard:other, 1378 words) | |||
Author: kathyg | Added: Jan 08 2009 | Views/Reads: 3362/2026 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
A play about a man and a woman enjoying a little conversation over coffee and cigarettes at Le Fouquet's one lovely summer afternoon... | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story The woman walks to the corner, stops, turns around and gives Rene one good look. She waits for what seems a lifetime. Rene puts his hands over his eyes and holds his breath ... He suddenly hears a woman's footsteps on the sidewalk... Is he dreaming? Rene: Pinch me! ...(he smiles) He looks up at the smiling face of this mystery woman. Once again Rene smiles up at her and invites her to sit with him . Rene: You are a walking dream. How pretty you look today! She smiles...taking in each word like a drop of pink champagne... Rene: Hello, would you come sit here with me and have a coffee and cigarette? I don't bite and my name is Rene. What is your name? (Rene pats the chair and shines a big smile on her) Rene: (takes her hand and kisses it gently gently, checking out the shiny diamond bracelet, earrings and pearl necklace..) My name is Rene. I am a jeweler by trade. I like shiny things. I like jewels. I like women and I like myself. I like to count things. Like money and women. I like to sit here and watch people. Most are pretty predictable but they make me laugh. A long string of pearls catches my eye. These women here in Paris are unlike most women. The attitude, the scent of heaven, the ‘shi-shi' and jingles. Men are enamored and they walk like they own the street. ~~~~~~~~~~ Rene: A quick whisper : Just a moment, reader, I need to get her interest, she is starting to look a little bored. Am I talking too much? Readers: Give her a chance to talk silly... Rene: Okay, Okay. (fixing his hair and checking his smile once again in the mirror) I will sit back and listen... Readers::Good! ...lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaby: I like the name Rene! You like alot of things. I like to walk around Paris. It's so pretty this time of year! I like to try new things. I like art and music and dancing. My name is Gaby., she says all pearly smiles and red lips and heavenly perfume. He offers her a cigarette and she accepts it with those perfectly manicured hands and brings it up to her sexy lips... leans over and lets Rene light her cigarette, his eyes watching...drinking her in.... Rene: Let me order you an espesso. Is that what you want? Or would you prefer a cappuccino? Gaby: A cappuccino, thank you. Rene: Waiter! Waiter rushes to sidewalk table.. Rene: a cappuccino for the young woman. Waiter: Right away! Anything else? Rene: That's fine for now. Gaby: I was born right here in Paris. I used to go to school right up on the hill. Do you know that school too? (She points up the hill) Rene: (taking a sip of espresso) Why yes! I grew up two streets over from there. I went to a different school. Do you remember dancing in the streets every July 14th? Gaby: Yes, everybody dances in the streets on that day, silly, it's a holiday! It's great fun!! Those were gloriously fun days. I love to dance. Don't you Rene? Rene: Gaby? You saved me. I was sitting here all alone. Just admiring every pretty woman that walks by and you are the very first that agrees to share a coffee and a cigarette with me. Your beautiful face has saved me from a lonely fate. Want to have a slow dance? Gaby: Do you use that line on every woman you meet? It's kinda lame. You don't seem to respect women very much, but you are cute so, why not! I would love to dance with you! (she smiles) Rene: You know some times I play this gigolo game, but today, I was sitting here for hours trying to write this postcard to my cousin Paul in Quebec. You see, Paul wants to come visit me in Paris, but he wants me to describe it to him. How do I describe Paris in a post card? (Rene picks up the post card and turns it around, showing Gaby) Gaby: Cute card! Love that Eiffel Tower! Just say a few words like wish you were here Paul. Let him come here. You can't describe Paris in a few words, Rene. You have to experience it, breathe it, live it. Of course you know, Rene, if I can't wake up in Paris, I just want to turn right over, fluff up my pillow and go back to sleep. Paris is wonderful! Rene: No, Gaby. You are wonderful! (toasting her with his coffee cup, smiling and trying to be charming) Gaby: Do you love Paris, Rene? (lighting up another cigarette) Rene: Why yes! I love it all! But most of all I love sitting here talking to you, Gaby! You are lovely. You are Paris, my dear! You are the heavenly scent, you are shi-shi and all jingle, and you are ou la la!! Now let's dance.... they are playing our song...and guess what day it is? now look around you...check your calendar (Rene teases while he watches crowds of people dancing in the streets....) Gaby: hmmmm....let me take a wild guess? July 14th? Rene smiles and whispers "yes...oh yes! dance with me please..." (standing up and looking into Gaby's beautiful green eyes, walking over to the crowd and letting the music sweep them away .... (Lovely music playing..) Rene holds Gaby close and they dance very close for hours to the music coming from the cafe...Even with crowds of Parisienne's dancing in the streets this day, all I see is Gaby, all I feel is Gaby ...we are alone in this crowd of people ... Rene kisses Gaby's hand, savors her heavenly scent and smiles... Gaby she is wonderful and smiling and she smells so good! alalalalalala!! Paris...I love this town!! Tweet
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