Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXCII
City of Love. You’re in 1940's Paris, making a penny a word to write erotica. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Der Spion
From Berlin~ she ran
Not ever lookin’ back
Soon she was in Brussels
Where she rested for a while
Then later made it further
To the city of Love, Paris!
It was there that she met him
She fell head over heels.
He had sang songs to her
& read many sweet poems.
Telling her that she was his muse
In all of his wonderful stories....
They had great chemistry;
A love unlike any other.
But one day— he found out
That she was from the other side
He told her to pack her things
She carried her stuff, his pennies, too.
Her leader asked her for a report
She only handed him a single note.
He stared at the note in wonder...
She explained to him what it was..
He asked if she could write some—
She raised her brow & said- ‘‘I’ll try.’’
14th June, 2020 (SUNDAE)