LondonUnited Kingdom EC1A 4DD
September 21, 2013
Poem, short stories
In the middle of this August afternoon, Karen could not contend her excitement, driving her 4x4 black Hyundai Tucson frantically as fast as she could in the narrow streets of Saint Tropez, while checking her new golden sun tan at the mirror, she was going to see him, finally...The newspapers columnist wrote: "Arjun the millionaire and his wife are spending their summer to Saint Tropez."... As Karen entered a tinier street, spontaneously she press on the breaks as much as she could! Arjun! There he was standing in that little street of France, all dressed in white smoking, smiling and posing like a play boy at some paparazzi. Karen felt like fainting her heart start beating irregularly , staring at Arjun, she drove towards him like an automate when a red Volkswagen in front of her....In a split second Karen decided to hit the red car to attract the attention of Arjun.....Would he recognize her? Does he remember her? How long before she could talk to him, how much longer?
I am a French teacher with Algerian origins, I use to attend meet up writer group in Dubai that enabled me to meet amazing and inspiring people, I hope to find the same in London