Existentialism and Death On a Paris Afternoon by Victor Methos

Author:Victor Methos [Methos, Victor]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-11-28T05:00:00+00:00

*****

Renard had spent the night learning to cook and he enjoyed it. He had always wanted to learn and there was no better teacher than a chef and restaurant manager whose lives depended on him learning the craft.

He went back to the restaurant the next day and there was a stack of money waiting for him. Pay for his one day of work. He figured Advent was paying him daily in the hopes that he would take the money and leave to spend it and not return.

Instead, Renard threw himself into his cooking and even the former chef at one point was pleased with his progress in a day.

“Have you cooked before?” the former chef asked.

“Yes, a little. In the army.”

“Ah.”

It was a long day and Renard spent most of it cooking up dishes with the former chef on one side and Advent on the other. Customers would complain but as the day progressed the complaints grew fewer.

By evening he was tired and his back hurt but he had an enjoyable day. He walked outside the restaurant and lit a cigarette, and saw a young woman across the street speaking with some people. It was Apollina.

He walked across the street and noted the surprise on her face. She quickly said good-bye to the people she was with and turned to him.

“You never came,” he said.

“I had something to attend to. You never left a way for me to reach you. I came back the next day to the hotel and they said you had left.”

Renard glanced around and saw that the people she had been speaking with were standing on the corner watching them. “I would like to have dinner with you. Would you like to have dinner?”

She smiled and nodded.

They went to a nearby café and Renard ordered the finest wine. As they drank, they spoke of past things. She seems more relaxed, he thought.

After dinner they walked outside in the night for a long time and then Renard remembered that he had agreed to meet Colonel Hahn. He kissed her cheek and headed to the Peninsula Paris.

The hotel was luxurious and the air scented. Renard went to the desk and asked for the Colonel’s room. A German soldier came down and escorted him to the top floor of the hotel and led him to the Colonel’s room.

“Ah, Herr Simon!” the Colonel said. It was late at night yet the Colonel was still in full uniform. Only the top button on his overcoat was loosened. “Please, sit down.”

He sat in a chair across from the Colonel and the Colonel pulled out a cigar. He took a few puffs and passed it to Renard.

“So Herr Simon, tell me, what do you think of this little…mess we’ve taken upon ourselves?”

“And what mess is that?”

“Why the domination of France of course. Do you think it was a mistake?”

Renard inhaled the cigar smoke and it slid down like silk. It was the finest cigar he had ever smoked. “In the execution, it was Colonel.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.