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Espresso for Anselme

18 April 2009 No Comment

Downing his third espresso, Anselme jumped in the Seine and swiftly swam to his small bateauhe, jumped on, then drove full speed ahead to catch one glimpse of Audrey.

She lived on the Island of “La Grande Jatte”, where Seurat painted his famous, ‘A Sunday on La Grande Jatte.’ She had set up a tent, partially to avoid him and partially to sit and think about Seurat’s painting.

When he arrived, his hair had engulfed his face like a tsunami and he looked blindly about for her. She lay quietly on the ground looking at the sky. She turned towards him and discovered she had grown far less fond of the painting after his arrival.

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