Fortune of Paris

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Fortune of Paris

I concede: taking my honeymoon alone in Paris—not my best idea.

Everywhere couples are entwined.

I pause outside a shop with a sign that says “Diseur de Bonne Aventure.” An older woman examines a young man’s palm; they both glance suddenly at me. Embarrassed by my intrusion, I continue along the uneven cobblestones.

“Madamoiselle!” The young man bursts from the shop, French words bounding from his lips. I shake my head.

“English?” he asks.


He laughs. “You’re my fortune.”

I frown.

“I’m not insane, I promise. The fortune-teller said, the-love-of-my-life will be the next redhead I see.”

end 5/4/2017

S. Darlington


56 thoughts on “Fortune of Paris

  1. I wondered about the “honeymoon” part also until I read your comment. If that’s a pickup line, it’s a darn good one. That palm reader was smart. She saw the young redhead also. Good writing, Sascha. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  2. I think if your new spouse is prepared to leave you alone for your honeymoon, they have to be prepared for you to look elsewhere … Great tale. Romantic but not slushy 🙂


  3. No clarification was needed: Alone on her honeymoon speaks volumes. We can, of course, wonder why she’s alone but it doesn’t matter. And why not? It could definitely be a story to be told to future generations: So, Mum… how did you meet Dad again? 😀

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