Of Flattery and FoolsOf Flattery and Fools2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was something so lovely about Paris in the evenings. Perhaps it was the soft summer's air, or the bustle of the cobbled streets below, or the lanterns that bounced and swayed on the backs of traveling buggies through the dark pathways. The sounds of dogs barking in the distance, the laughter of drunken men at the bar. Watching the bare footed commoners flock to their hovels and inns like low speaking sheep might have felt daunting to a man within those herds, but to one perched so high above them, it was like leisurely watching a school of fish drift along the Seine. It was relaxing.
“Louis! There you are.”
A voice and a hand both broke these thoughts, bringing a young man on a balcony back to reality. As well he should; after all, when one was an esteemed guest at such a ball of nobility, to spend one's down time watching common urchins dwindle down below rather than socialize might have been a bit rude. And so he was brought from his view and escorted back into the