The Last Chapter of Betrayed Not Beaten (still editing)...

I’m in Paris sitting at the coffee shop of a popular market place in the 3rd district, L’Estaminet, staring out the open window with the cool afternoon breeze occasionally combing the fine hairs on my arms, hinting the end of Summer. Across from my view on a neighboring rooftop, are two pigeons playing hide seek beside a pale smoke-stained chimney, and behind it is the majestic view of an old classic cream-colored apartment building, with black wrought iron framed balconies sequenced across from one end to the other. All the window frames are painted pearl white with a glossy finish that danced with the reflection of the afternoon sun, and the glass on the windows and balcony doors were shining like polished mirrors that reflected the occasional flock of birds flying past like tourists. The blue-grey tiled roof tops complementing the pastels in father sky that was sitting calmly above,…