Extract:
“Excusez-moi, parlez-vous anglais?” I asked hopefully.
It was pretty much the only thing I could say in French. I stood in the police station and shifted from foot to foot. I was nervous, and my feet were hot.
“Mai-oui, but of course, how can I help you?” He looked me up and down, then looked back to his book where he recorded the time.
“Your name? You are staying where, and for how long? May I see your passport? Now, why are you here?”
“I have lost my wife.”
MVJ2014
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My Eccentric Friend 
That is amazing! 😀
I particularly loved the interplay between the two – not to mention the twist in the end, of course…
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Nicholas, thank you so much for your very encouraging comment. I am glad you enjoyed it. You have inspired me to keep trying. 🙂
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What do you mean, keep trying? That story was gold! 🙂
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You might like my latest story too. Get This. I would welcome your thoughts on it.
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Link, please! That way, everyone can read it 🙂
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How do I do that?
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Here you go:
https://marianvjones.com/2015/03/10/get-this/
🙂
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Thank you.:)
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