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was stubborn. My daddy used to call me his little mule, believe it or
not. He said I was nearly as hard-headed as my mama, and that’s saying a lot.”
Julien smiled, and my breath caught for just a moment.
“I was also pretty shy, not to where I would only keep to myself, but
more along the lines of not wanting to be around a whole bunch of people at
once. I guess I’m still that way…”
“You seem to be handling it well,” Julien replied, waving at the
people walking along with us.
“Maybe I’m just faking it… You know? My mama was a really strong
woman, and I don’t want her to look down and see a scared little girl…”
It felt like I had almost given up a part of myself, admitting all of
that. Julien was silent. He quickly cleared his throat.
“So this place I’m taking you, don’t laugh. But there’s a
place just like it where my mother grew up, and she used to always tell me
about it when I was a child. It’s right around the corner, I think.”
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Chapter 16
As we turned around the bend, I saw a small cluster of houses. Off to
the side of the homes was a well that looked like it was straight out of Snow
White. It was wooden, with a small bucket and crank to go with it, brilliant
green ivy having taken over most of the sides and top of it.
I definitely hadn’t been expecting that, but as I had learned since I
got to France, not everything in life is to be expected.
I found myself smiling as we walked up to it, holding my hand out to
test the crank. It wouldn’t budge, but that didn’t take away from the magic of
it. It just looked like it was something that belonged in a fairytale, and
those kinds of things are not something you see every day.
“You don’t see things like this growing up in a big city,” I muttered
to myself, shaking my head. It wasn’t that I was bitter, I was just glad that I
was here.
“I suppose not, but we are here now. They say that this is l’eau de puits qui souhaitent. A real
wishing well.”
I really wished I had pockets right about then. “Really? That’s pretty
cool.”
He nodded, pulling out something from his pocket. “I only have one
coin, but you can have it. Maybe you’ll get your wish,” he said, his voice
light and cheerful.
I smiled in return, thinking about the little girl I used to be… The
one that believed in wishing wells.
I took the coin from his hand and lifted in over the well, closing my
eyes for added effect.
I wished for a better life…
I didn’t want to be a downer, but the idea was sort of a novelty to me
at this point. After narrowly escaping death at the end of a gun barrel, I was
just happy to make it alive to the next day. Being here in France was
wonderful, but at the end of the day, I was still nothing but a maid cleaning
rooms for a living…
“Did you make your wish? What did you wish for?”
I rolled my eyes at him, my hands on my hips. “Really, Julien? Don’t
you know it’s bad luck to tell someone your wish? Then it might never come
true!”
“Ah, I forgot about that part. I hope it was a good one. You wouldn’t
want to waste a perfectly good wish on something like a new pair of earrings,
or something,” he replied.
“I think a pair new earrings is a perfectly good thing to wish for,
actually. I can’t remember the last time I actually bought myself jewelry. Or
anything, really,” my voice trailed off.
He nodded, almost looking guilty. I raised my brow, wondering what he
was up to. He slowly reached into his pocket again, pulling out a small, white,
squared box. I had no idea what it was, but for some reason it put me on edge.
“What’s that?” I tried to sound casual, wincing when I realized my
voice sounded much too high.
Julien shifted the weight on his feet, quickly wetting his lips as he
did. I hadn’t
not. He said I was nearly as hard-headed as my mama, and that’s saying a lot.”
Julien smiled, and my breath caught for just a moment.
“I was also pretty shy, not to where I would only keep to myself, but
more along the lines of not wanting to be around a whole bunch of people at
once. I guess I’m still that way…”
“You seem to be handling it well,” Julien replied, waving at the
people walking along with us.
“Maybe I’m just faking it… You know? My mama was a really strong
woman, and I don’t want her to look down and see a scared little girl…”
It felt like I had almost given up a part of myself, admitting all of
that. Julien was silent. He quickly cleared his throat.
“So this place I’m taking you, don’t laugh. But there’s a
place just like it where my mother grew up, and she used to always tell me
about it when I was a child. It’s right around the corner, I think.”
( Back
to Table of Contents )
Chapter 16
As we turned around the bend, I saw a small cluster of houses. Off to
the side of the homes was a well that looked like it was straight out of Snow
White. It was wooden, with a small bucket and crank to go with it, brilliant
green ivy having taken over most of the sides and top of it.
I definitely hadn’t been expecting that, but as I had learned since I
got to France, not everything in life is to be expected.
I found myself smiling as we walked up to it, holding my hand out to
test the crank. It wouldn’t budge, but that didn’t take away from the magic of
it. It just looked like it was something that belonged in a fairytale, and
those kinds of things are not something you see every day.
“You don’t see things like this growing up in a big city,” I muttered
to myself, shaking my head. It wasn’t that I was bitter, I was just glad that I
was here.
“I suppose not, but we are here now. They say that this is l’eau de puits qui souhaitent. A real
wishing well.”
I really wished I had pockets right about then. “Really? That’s pretty
cool.”
He nodded, pulling out something from his pocket. “I only have one
coin, but you can have it. Maybe you’ll get your wish,” he said, his voice
light and cheerful.
I smiled in return, thinking about the little girl I used to be… The
one that believed in wishing wells.
I took the coin from his hand and lifted in over the well, closing my
eyes for added effect.
I wished for a better life…
I didn’t want to be a downer, but the idea was sort of a novelty to me
at this point. After narrowly escaping death at the end of a gun barrel, I was
just happy to make it alive to the next day. Being here in France was
wonderful, but at the end of the day, I was still nothing but a maid cleaning
rooms for a living…
“Did you make your wish? What did you wish for?”
I rolled my eyes at him, my hands on my hips. “Really, Julien? Don’t
you know it’s bad luck to tell someone your wish? Then it might never come
true!”
“Ah, I forgot about that part. I hope it was a good one. You wouldn’t
want to waste a perfectly good wish on something like a new pair of earrings,
or something,” he replied.
“I think a pair new earrings is a perfectly good thing to wish for,
actually. I can’t remember the last time I actually bought myself jewelry. Or
anything, really,” my voice trailed off.
He nodded, almost looking guilty. I raised my brow, wondering what he
was up to. He slowly reached into his pocket again, pulling out a small, white,
squared box. I had no idea what it was, but for some reason it put me on edge.
“What’s that?” I tried to sound casual, wincing when I realized my
voice sounded much too high.
Julien shifted the weight on his feet, quickly wetting his lips as he
did. I hadn’t
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