Post by account_disabled on Dec 12, 2023 6:55:22 GMT 1
In the spaceship, beyond the carpet of clouds and the smoke of London, just under the stars and the dark vault of the universe, Francine wondered how her father and mother would react when they woke up. She imagined the scene: her mother would call her and go to prepare breakfast. The father instead would have slipped into the bathroom to shave. Then her mother would have called her again, urging her to leave the room. Would the father have appeared in the corridor? Yes, definitely on the third recall. Then her mother would open her room and… Francine sighed. And Mrs. Glissant would have seen her letter on the untouched bed. A yellow envelope with “For Mum and Dad” written on it.
She would open it with trembling hands, looking around the room hoping to see her daughter hidden somewhere. She then took out the paper folded in two and called her husband in a tone of voice that Phone Number Data did not suggest anything good. But no matter how hard she tried, Francine couldn't imagine the next scene after reading the letter. Would they have called Scotland Yard? Would mom scream and faint? Would her dad get dressed and go looking for her all over town? Francine couldn't have known. He decided to focus on the trip, but he was sleepy. He couldn't fall asleep, though, otherwise the airship would have gone off on its own to who knows where. No, he had to stay on course for Paris. Towards freedom. Paris Chérie scratched with her little paws on the wicker basket.
A well-known meow woke Francine from her thoughts. «Do you want to go out, Chérie?» The little girl opened the basket and the cat began to wander around the space, smelling everything that was within reach of her nose. She then picked a spot in a corner and peed. “Oh, Chérie,” Francine said. "Couldn't you have waited a little longer?" The cat looked at her without understanding, then came closer and began to purr. The little girl caressed her, gave her something to eat and went back to concentrating on flying. "It's almost six." Jacques' voice reappeared in Francine's mind. "What do you see?" “I see lights,” Francine replied. “I might even misunderstand,” Jacques said, laughing. “I mean maybe it's a big city, maybe Paris.” «You should see the Eiffel Tower if you are already in Paris. A car factory, Citroën, illuminated it with a sign.
She would open it with trembling hands, looking around the room hoping to see her daughter hidden somewhere. She then took out the paper folded in two and called her husband in a tone of voice that Phone Number Data did not suggest anything good. But no matter how hard she tried, Francine couldn't imagine the next scene after reading the letter. Would they have called Scotland Yard? Would mom scream and faint? Would her dad get dressed and go looking for her all over town? Francine couldn't have known. He decided to focus on the trip, but he was sleepy. He couldn't fall asleep, though, otherwise the airship would have gone off on its own to who knows where. No, he had to stay on course for Paris. Towards freedom. Paris Chérie scratched with her little paws on the wicker basket.
A well-known meow woke Francine from her thoughts. «Do you want to go out, Chérie?» The little girl opened the basket and the cat began to wander around the space, smelling everything that was within reach of her nose. She then picked a spot in a corner and peed. “Oh, Chérie,” Francine said. "Couldn't you have waited a little longer?" The cat looked at her without understanding, then came closer and began to purr. The little girl caressed her, gave her something to eat and went back to concentrating on flying. "It's almost six." Jacques' voice reappeared in Francine's mind. "What do you see?" “I see lights,” Francine replied. “I might even misunderstand,” Jacques said, laughing. “I mean maybe it's a big city, maybe Paris.” «You should see the Eiffel Tower if you are already in Paris. A car factory, Citroën, illuminated it with a sign.