I was suffering from writers block, when I decided that it was time to go antique shopping.

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