Story Series | Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten | Now After an hour of wandering aimlessly through the neighbourhood, Audrey finds herself perched on a crumbling stone wall overlooking the downward slope of Montmartre and, beyond, the rest of Paris. She’s munching meditatively on a croissant and sipping strong, black coffee. Next to her is a newly purchased basket, containing one item: an ornately decorated picture frame to house Jonah’s portrait. Despite being a cottage man, Jonah loved his gaudy decor, and Audrey thinks this frame, the ugliest she could exhume from a pile of tacky treasures at a local flea, would please him immensely. She plans to place it right in the middle of the mantle, amongst his lineup of paranormal tools. The basket will soon be filled with more finds. A few minutes back, she took note of a tiny boutique nearby selling witchy wares. She doesn’t have much confidence in celestial tricks, but since the last twenty-four hours basically kiboshed her entire world of beliefs or lack thereof, she decid
