Kittkitt

Thank you so much for the love and support and messages re Gideon's Chair . Greatly appreciated

Kittkitt

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           We drove on into the night and into the rain which sparkled as we past sodium lights . Lighting up districts of concrete tower blocks and graffiti emblazoned arches . Two men disappeared into the shadows hiding from view in a doorway . Desolate apocalypse like wastelands separated small blocks of apartments their windows smashed . Furniture lay strewn on the pavements . This was not the France I knew , The Paris I loved where the chic of society sipped wine and sheltered under the Pont Neuf . Lovers entwined in never ending spirals of flowing furs and swirling hair in captured moments of forever thoughts and nights that lasted for weeks .
          
          A body lay against a doorway a pool of blood staining the broken glass and filth around it. A news sheet blew into the air , a gas pipe burned like a torch of despair as it arched perilously away from its housing. George Orwell wrote about a place like this , were people moved like vultures and preyed on each other . The strongest of the weak survive and dying is the preferred option in this state of nothing. A buffer zone of desolation .
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