"Paris in this Light" by Theresa RichardsonLooking at Paris in this light made it seem like the Eiffel Tower shimmered with gold. A group of tourists stood at its snow enveloped feet, wrapped in warm coats with their heads tilted upwards. Although Eleanor could not make out their facial expressions, she was certain their faces would be mesmerized by the illuminated sight before them.
From as long as she could remember Eleanor and her mother spoke about taking a trip to Paris. Her mother had authoritatively advised Eleanor and only half-jokingly, “In Paris we shall spend the time eating only bread and cheese and drinking nothing but wine.” Eleanor chuckled to herself as she took in the magical scene. The snowflakes looked as if they were suspended in the sky, ever so slowly making their way to the ground. Eleanor's red rimmed eyes became bleary and she could no longer focus on Paris. With one hand she gently shook the snow globe one last time before resting it safely back on her mother’s dresser. As she did, she swore she felt her mother’s frail hand grip hers a little tighter. It hurt to see her once spritely mother now bed bound, taking in deep exaggerated breaths that were becoming further and further apart. Eleanor’s chest tightened and her throat felt constricted as she gulped, overwhelmed with what could only be described as a mixture of regret and fear. Knowing without a doubt that her promise would never come to fruition, from her trembling lips she still found herself utter the words “We will go next year, I promise.”
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