Paris at night is a wonderful thing. The lights of the Eiffel Tower lighting the streets as a girl walked silently to the tower.
The only thing predominant about her was her shadow, nothing else. She was a very plain girl, blonde, blue eyes but one prominent feature, her nose.
A hook like nose resembling that of a hawk. She was the butt of every joke with the young women her age and the one no young man would be caught dead with. She was sick of it. She walked ever so silently to the line of lovers waiting to get up to the top of the tower to get a beautiful view of the moon, the full moon. She got to the line and crossed her arms from the cold.
It was gently snowing, this is what the lovers in Paris dream of. As she stepped more into the light she was clad in a black coat with double-breasted buttons and grey skinny jeans. Her blue eyes sparkled in the night. People turned around and looked at her, smiling, but she hid her face to hide the nose that was given to her as a horrid curse.
The line moved slightly forward and a man walked in behind her. He was moving from foot to foot and blowing on his hands. He wore a brown tattered coat and a dull red knit hat. His gloves were cut off at the fingers and his pants were ripped and ragged. He was just one of the urchins. The lined moved forward again, only a few steps. The man bumped into the girl.
"Oh! Excusez- moi," he said.
(oh! excuse me)
"Oh!" she said and quickly hid her face.
"Pourquoi te caches-tu?" he asked.
(why do you hide yourself?)
"Parce que j'ai honte de mon visage," she said sheepishly.
(because I am ashamed of my face)
"Pourquoi?"
(why)
"Parce que, je viens de me,".
(because, I just am)
"Ok, c'est votre visage,".
(ok, it's your face)
The line moved forward again. A group of women got out of line because it was too cold and went running to the street to call a cab. The man and the girl waited a few more minutes and were at the front booth. The ticket man looked at her.
"Est-il avec vous?" he asked.
(is he with you?)
The girl turned and noticed the man standing next to her.
"Non," she said. The man quickly searched his pockets for money.
(no)
"fichu," the man said, " Je n'ai pas d'argent."
(damn, I have no money.)
The gir rolled her eyes, "Deux billets monsieur," she said, clearly annoyed.
(two tickets sir)
"Ok," the ticket holder said, keeping an eye on the man next to the girl, " 20 dollars et l'ascenseur devrait etre ici dans cinq minutes ."
(20 dollars and the elevator should be here in five minutes)
Five minutes passed and the elevator was down. The girl quickly mingled into the crowd to avoid the man, but then remembered he would be in the elevator with her. She quickly got into a corner of the elevator and saw the man walk in. She ducked down a little so he wouldn't see her. She felt the elevator go up and was jolted and stumbled into a man and a woman holding hands. It was the man that had turned around and greeted her when she first walked in line. He looked quizzically down at her and back to his girlfriend and started kissing her. The girl let go a sigh of relief.
The elevator stopped at the middle and almost everyone got off, except her and the man. He stayed on his side of the elevator and her on the other.
"Bonjour," he said extending his hand, " mon nom est Fluage,".
(Hello, my name is Creep)
He had a very strange name.
The girl didn't reach out her hand, " Mon nom est Pigeon,".
(My name is Pigeon)
"Enchante, Pigeon," he said sweetly, " je suis ravi de vous rencontrer,".
(Nice to meet you Pigeon, I'm delighted to meet you)
The elevator stopped at the very top, they were the only ones up there. Pigeon walked over to the fence and looked out, the man stood next to her.
"Le pleine lune est si belle ce soir, n'est-ce pas?" said Fluage
(The full moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it? said Creep)
"Oui, c'est monsieur, oui il est," said Pigeon
(Yes it is sir, yes it is)
Pigeon leaned closer on the fence.
"Que faites-vous? Pourquoi etes-vous penchee si loin vers le bord?"
(What are you doing? Why are you leaning so far out off the edge?"
"Parce que," she said wistfully, " Parce que je veux voler. Je veux voler loin d'ici,".
( Because, because I want to fly. I want to fly far away from here)
"Et si je vous dit que je pouvais vous faire voler? Et si je vous ai dit que j'etais un magicien qui pourrait le faire? Je peux vous faire voler," Fluage said.
( What if I told you I could make you fly? What if I told you I was a magician that could do that? I can make you fly, said Creep)
"Trop tard," said Pigeon.
(Too late)
Pigeon startled her leg over the fence and threw herself over. There was a screm and people pointed and yelled. She fell and she fell fast. Fluage watched her and looked over the railing and stuck out his hand and made an exaggerated waving motion.
There was a flash of green light and smoke and Pigeon disappeard. Everyone stared in aw as she was no longer there. Ten minutes later, Fluage walked out of the elevator holding a pigeon in his hands.
" Pas de soucis les gars, tout va bien," he said walking away from the crowd, " cet oiseau est justea apprendre a voler,".
(No worries folks, everything is alright, this bird is just learning to fly)
