SSS - part two of Unconfessed
Been on a bit of a writing tear this weekend, likely because I’m avoiding other, more important things I *should* be doing. I’m a grown-up, I can spend my time as I see fit :P
Since it’s Sunday, I’m going to share a little of what I’ve been working on. This is from part 2 of Unconfessed, a little drabble I wrote that really, really needed more...
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Charles de Gaulle airport is every bit as confusing now as it was the first time Peeta set foot in it nearly four months ago. The bustle of people moving from plane to train or bus or taxi, or the reverse, the clatter of suitcase wheels, it’s all underpinned by the announcements that seem to occur every ten seconds in rapid-fire French. He still can’t pick out more than a handful of words, but the cadence of the language is a little more familiar now. Everything in this crazy, vibrant, unpredictable city is a little more familiar now.
But not anywhere near as familiar as the raven-haired beauty heading towards him, bundled in a puffy green jacket that’s completely unnecessary for Paris since it hasn’t yet dropped below 50, even though Christmas is but a week away.
