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By S. N. Arly
Sep 14, 2019
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1,132 words ·
5 minutes
Photo by camilo jimenez via Unsplash.
From the author: Aftermath of Brigitte's near drowning in the Seine.
He was pretty sure he was crying as he rubbed her back.
"Kitty?" she whispered, once her breathing was steady.
He heaved a sigh of relief. She could talk! "I thought I'd lost you," he cried. "I can't lose you." He lightly caressed her cheek as he had when she had bad dreams. "Lie still, my Brigitte." He crouched over her, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in her hair. "Help is coming."
She remembered the siren and a blond boy with beautiful green eyes sitting in the ambulance,...