The idea of flying to Paris to start my new project was to get over the writers block. And, if that meant strolling around Champsélysées, so be it.
I came across the antique shop I was searching for.
Besides buying a small vase and a ring I couldn’t resist buying an old typewriter, which looked full of stories itself.
Once I paid the bill, the owner handed me hundred euros.
When I looked at her quizzically, she told me, that she lost a bet with her father, who knew I would buy this, dusty old thing.
I ended up giving her money back and taking her on a date.
I finally found the story I was looking for. I just didn’t know it was a love story. My love story.
Word Count – 96
This post is part of 100 word fiction prompt as part of #FridayFotoFiction hosted by Tina and Mayuri
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