Deep beneath the slick, rain-streaked cobbles of a Parisienne suburb, I continue my restless journey.
Occasionally I’ll hitch a ride on the greasy fur of some reluctant water-rat, accelerating my progress as it tries to shake me off, but I lost three days clinging to the face of a bloated corpse before I realised she was going nowhere. Nothing had changed for her, even in death.
The days have been long and dark, but today I see a glimmer at the end of the tunnel and I ooze gently in anticipation.
Sunlight… spores… soft breezes.
Today, Paris; tomorrow, a sewer near you.
The last time this photo was used for the Friday Fictioneers prompt, I opted for a more humorous approach with Brotherly Love. This time, with Rochelle taking a short break and my dark side champing at the bit, I’ve taken a different direction. And now… off down the Rhone for us. 🙂