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glittering glass pyramid of the Louvre, and she stopped
and stared for a moment. The contrast of the modern structure with
the ancient building behind was quite breathtaking, and Sara almost
forgot the purpose of her mission as she marvelled at its beauty. She
thought of the Mona Lisa tucked safely away inside, charming visitors
with her mysterious expression, unreadable yet alluring. Jack was no
oil painting, but there was something enigmatic about him too, a
sadness behind every smile. Hidden depths that she would love to
uncover, if she could just lay hands on him. Sara checked her cell
phone for the hundredth time, hoping against hope that he was back in
the warmth of the hotel room wondering where she was. No new
messages.
Passing
the museum, Sara found herself at the entrance to a magnificent park.
In the distance she could see the imposing structure of the Arc de
Triomphe, and further, the tip of the Eiffel Tower standing tall
against the skyline. Even in her anxious state, Sara felt overwhelmed
by the beauty of the city. Surely Jack must have felt it too as he
walked the streets. Sara hoped it had offered him a little comfort.
She quickened her pace as she made her way down the wide central
promenade. It was growing late, and the city's crowds were thinning
out. Suddenly, Sara felt alone, and more than a little uncomfortable.
A shadow made her start, but it was only a statue, partially
concealed by the ornate shrubbery. Sara sighed and hurried on. A
little way ahead, she could see a crowd of young men loitering
underneath one of the metal lamp posts that flanked the path. Sara
pulled her coat tighter around herself and tried to walk casually as
she passed them. She had just put them behind her when she heard a
wolf whistle, and some rough sounding French that elicited a laugh
from the rest of the group. Then all of a sudden, Sara felt a hand
clamp down on her shoulder. As she whirled round, she saw that they
had formed a semi-circle around her. The lit ends of their cigarettes
glowed in the gloom.
"Please...I'm
just looking for someone," Sara stuttered, unnerved by their
predatory expressions. They were probably younger than her, some
still bearing teenaged acne across their tanned cheeks, but there was
something threatening about them nonetheless. The ringleader snaked
his arm around her shoulders, and said something unintelligible in
her ear, gaining another laugh from his friends. Sara could smell
alcohol on his breath. She tried to pull away from him, but he
grabbed her arm, his fingers biting into her soft flesh with such
force that she cried out. Sara looked around frantically, desperate
for someone to come to her aid, but all of a sudden the vast park
seemed deserted. She cursed herself for being so stupid, wandering
around by herself at night. Another man was approaching her now,
saying something to his buddy, a sickening grin on his face. Sara
reached slowly into her coat pocket, trying to find her wallet,
hoping that the remainder of her cash would convince them to leave
her alone. She tried to stay calm, to keep her breathing steady, not
to give herself over to the panic she could feel building. Then, like
a light in the darkness, a voice rang out.
"Hey! Leave her the fuck alone!"
Sara
turned her head to see a dark shape running towards them. The
ringleader reflexively loosened his grip on her arm, and she wrenched
herself away from him, running as fast as her shaking legs could
manage. The voice came again,
"That's
right, run! Get the hell out of here!" Not wanting to look round
to see if the thugs had responded to this request, Sara ran
helplessly towards the voice, and collapsed shaking into the
stranger's arms.
"Hey,
you ok there? You're safe now, don't worry. Bunch of jerks." The
voice was American. Familiar. Comforting. Sara looked up.
"I
was looking for you." There was a moment of silence as they took
each other in."Looks like you found me." Jack wrapped his
arms around her and pressed her
and stared for a moment. The contrast of the modern structure with
the ancient building behind was quite breathtaking, and Sara almost
forgot the purpose of her mission as she marvelled at its beauty. She
thought of the Mona Lisa tucked safely away inside, charming visitors
with her mysterious expression, unreadable yet alluring. Jack was no
oil painting, but there was something enigmatic about him too, a
sadness behind every smile. Hidden depths that she would love to
uncover, if she could just lay hands on him. Sara checked her cell
phone for the hundredth time, hoping against hope that he was back in
the warmth of the hotel room wondering where she was. No new
messages.
Passing
the museum, Sara found herself at the entrance to a magnificent park.
In the distance she could see the imposing structure of the Arc de
Triomphe, and further, the tip of the Eiffel Tower standing tall
against the skyline. Even in her anxious state, Sara felt overwhelmed
by the beauty of the city. Surely Jack must have felt it too as he
walked the streets. Sara hoped it had offered him a little comfort.
She quickened her pace as she made her way down the wide central
promenade. It was growing late, and the city's crowds were thinning
out. Suddenly, Sara felt alone, and more than a little uncomfortable.
A shadow made her start, but it was only a statue, partially
concealed by the ornate shrubbery. Sara sighed and hurried on. A
little way ahead, she could see a crowd of young men loitering
underneath one of the metal lamp posts that flanked the path. Sara
pulled her coat tighter around herself and tried to walk casually as
she passed them. She had just put them behind her when she heard a
wolf whistle, and some rough sounding French that elicited a laugh
from the rest of the group. Then all of a sudden, Sara felt a hand
clamp down on her shoulder. As she whirled round, she saw that they
had formed a semi-circle around her. The lit ends of their cigarettes
glowed in the gloom.
"Please...I'm
just looking for someone," Sara stuttered, unnerved by their
predatory expressions. They were probably younger than her, some
still bearing teenaged acne across their tanned cheeks, but there was
something threatening about them nonetheless. The ringleader snaked
his arm around her shoulders, and said something unintelligible in
her ear, gaining another laugh from his friends. Sara could smell
alcohol on his breath. She tried to pull away from him, but he
grabbed her arm, his fingers biting into her soft flesh with such
force that she cried out. Sara looked around frantically, desperate
for someone to come to her aid, but all of a sudden the vast park
seemed deserted. She cursed herself for being so stupid, wandering
around by herself at night. Another man was approaching her now,
saying something to his buddy, a sickening grin on his face. Sara
reached slowly into her coat pocket, trying to find her wallet,
hoping that the remainder of her cash would convince them to leave
her alone. She tried to stay calm, to keep her breathing steady, not
to give herself over to the panic she could feel building. Then, like
a light in the darkness, a voice rang out.
"Hey! Leave her the fuck alone!"
Sara
turned her head to see a dark shape running towards them. The
ringleader reflexively loosened his grip on her arm, and she wrenched
herself away from him, running as fast as her shaking legs could
manage. The voice came again,
"That's
right, run! Get the hell out of here!" Not wanting to look round
to see if the thugs had responded to this request, Sara ran
helplessly towards the voice, and collapsed shaking into the
stranger's arms.
"Hey,
you ok there? You're safe now, don't worry. Bunch of jerks." The
voice was American. Familiar. Comforting. Sara looked up.
"I
was looking for you." There was a moment of silence as they took
each other in."Looks like you found me." Jack wrapped his
arms around her and pressed her
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