Literature
Live. Love. Long. Forget.
Live Love Long Forget
Almost there, just a few more minutes. Just a couple more yards. Feet. Inches. Yes! Finally, after a long day of travel she was there! An achy, bubbling feeling started to boil in her stomach as she reached for the grand handle on the magnificent door that looked like it was a piece of art rather than part of some grand mansion.
Knock, knock.
No answer.
Knock knock knock.
Pause.
"France! Je suis ici a l'heure tu as propose! France! Ou es tu?!" she called, banging hard on the door this time. Curiosity overtook her and she tried the door, finding that it was unlocked. Slowly she walked in and looked around. How grand