They were young and in love. They walked along the Seine and had their portraits drawn in Montmartre. “Petit dejeuner” every morning at their favorite café and dinner at 4-star restaurants.
For years a Renoir print from d’Orsay hung in their bedroom and a large aerial photo of Paris at night hang in the living room.
Jen was young and he said he was in love.
He wanted to see life through young eyes, caress young flesh.
Smiling, Liz locked the door of the empty apartment for the last time.
She would walk by the Seine, this time without him.
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