So i'm writing this novel...it happens in paris, an old artist finds inspiration in a girl, the girl falls in love with the artist, the artist happenes to be an old lady who suffers from alzhaimers...a regular love story,eh? Chapter 1 'Well old friend, you don’t seem to be doing very well, when was it you sold the last one? 9 months now, is it? That doesn’t do, my friend. If it weren’t you I’d say you were losing your touch, going out of fashion, dare I say growing old?’ His companion laughed. ‘Well…we all do don’t we? You on the other hand seem to be doing great, you’re radiant. What is your secret then, old friend, tell me, new business, young lover? The man boomed and ordered another round of drinks. The lady stretched her hand to grab her glass but realizing he was staring she pulled her hand back and looked at him defensively with her arms crossed over her chest.. She coughed ‘How long?’ he demanded. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ ‘Your hands, for God’s sake, can you even paint any more?’ The woman rubbed her forehead trying to look somewhere else. ‘Of course I can.’ ‘And don’t yell’ ‘I’m sorry.’ He said, seeing her trying to get up. ‘Ney, I’m going to the bathroom. Did you honestly think I was leaving?! God!’ He stared after her wondering if he even knew her after all. The aging dame wearing net stockings… God! Ten minutes later he saw her coming back, mouthing something to him. When she got near he asked. ‘You look like you’ve found life long happiness, back at the toilet.’ ‘Oh, maybe I did.’ She mused sitting down. ‘Guess who I met at the bathroom, Spanky.’ She trilled rubbing her hands. When she saw her passing by, a little scared and staring at her, even brushing a little past her, she winked. Mr. Spanks stared blankly at the girl passing by, wondering what his old friend was up to. Than he invited the girl to sit down, by his tone he seemed rather amused, although not entirely content with his friend’s intentions. She said ‘let me do your portrait’. The girl just had to say yes. So she took her home with her, and poured her a glass of brandy. On the way up the dark stairs, the girl tripped and she pulled her up, by the shoulder. ‘Easy now’ they both laughed and the voices came out distorted by the stairs. The girl had a tinkling laughter, and her eyes were very bright. They were up within minutes, leaving the old stair of fer forge behind. The girl talked all night. The other just saying things like ’ay ay’, here and there. A perfect conversation, as far as they were concerned. Comment please and any sugestions for a title...
