Scribblings of a Gigolo--Postcards from Paris (standard:other, 1378 words)
Author: kathyg	Added: Jan 08 2009	Views/Reads: 3147/1868	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A play about a man and a woman enjoying a little conversation over coffee and cigarettes at Le Fouquet's one lovely summer afternoon...

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The woman walks to the corner, stops, turns around and gives 

Rene one good look. She waits for what seems a lifetime. 

Rene puts his hands over his eyes and holds his breath ... 

He suddenly hears a woman's footsteps on the sidewalk... 

Is he dreaming? 

Rene: Pinch me! ...(he smiles) 

He looks up at the smiling face of this mystery woman. Once 

again Rene smiles up at her and invites her to sit with 

him . 

Rene:  You are a walking dream. How pretty you look today! 

She smiles...taking in each word like a drop of pink champagne... 

Rene: Hello, would you come sit here with me and have a 

coffee and cigarette? I don't bite and my name is Rene. 

What is your name? (Rene pats the chair and shines 

a big smile on her) 

Rene: (takes her hand and kisses it gently gently, checking out the
shiny diamond bracelet, earrings and pearl necklace..) My name is Rene. 
 I am a jeweler by trade. I like shiny things. I like jewels. I like 
women and I like myself. I like to count things. Like money and women. 
I like to sit here and watch people. Most are pretty predictable but 
they make me laugh. A long string 

of pearls catches my eye. These women here in Paris 

are unlike most women. The attitude, the scent 

of heaven, the ‘shi-shi' and jingles. Men are enamored and 

they walk like they own the street. 

~~~~~~~~~~ Rene: A quick whisper  : Just a moment, reader, I need to get
her interest, she is starting to look a little bored. Am I talking too 
much? 

Readers:  Give her a chance to 

talk silly... 

Rene: Okay, Okay. (fixing his hair and checking his 

smile once again in the mirror) I will sit back 

and listen... 

Readers::Good! ...lol 

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Gaby:  I like the name Rene! You like alot of things. I like 

to walk around Paris. It's so pretty this time of year! I like 

to try new things. I like art and music and dancing.  My name is Gaby.,
she says all pearly smiles and red lips and heavenly perfume. He offers 
her a cigarette and she accepts it with those perfectly manicured hands 
and brings it up to her sexy lips... leans over and lets Rene light her 
cigarette, his eyes watching...drinking her in.... 

Rene: Let me order you an espesso. Is that what you want? Or 

would you prefer a cappuccino? 

Gaby: A cappuccino, thank you. 

Rene: Waiter! 

Waiter rushes to sidewalk table.. 

Rene: a cappuccino for the young woman. 

Waiter: Right away! Anything else? 

Rene: That's fine for now. 

Gaby: I was born right here in Paris. I used to go to 

school right up on the hill. Do you know that school 

too? (She points up the hill) 

Rene:  (taking a sip of espresso) Why yes! I grew up 

two streets over from there. I went to a different school. 

Do you remember dancing in the streets every July 

14th? 

Gaby: Yes, everybody dances in the streets on that 

day, silly, it's a holiday! It's great fun!! Those 

were gloriously fun days. I love to dance. Don't 

you Rene? 

Rene: Gaby? You saved me. I was sitting here all alone. 

Just admiring every pretty woman that walks by and you 

are the very first that agrees to share  a coffee and a cigarette with
me. 

Your beautiful face has saved me from a lonely fate. Want 

to have a slow dance? 

Gaby: Do you use that line on every woman you meet? It's 

kinda lame. You don't seem to respect women 

very much, but you are cute so, why not! I 

would love to dance with you! (she smiles) 

Rene: You know some times I play this 

gigolo game, but today, I was sitting 

here for hours trying to write this postcard 

to my cousin Paul in Quebec. You see, Paul 

wants to come visit me in Paris, but he wants 

me to describe it to him. How do I describe 

Paris in a post card? (Rene picks up the post 

card and turns it around, showing Gaby) 

Gaby: Cute card! Love that Eiffel Tower! 

Just say a few words like wish you 

were here Paul. Let him come here. You 

can't describe Paris in a few words, Rene. You have 

to experience it, breathe it, live it. 

Of course you know, Rene, if I can't wake up 

in Paris, I just want to turn right over, fluff up 

my pillow and go back to sleep. Paris is wonderful! 

Rene: No, Gaby. You are wonderful! 

(toasting her with his coffee cup, smiling and trying 

to be charming) 

Gaby: Do you love Paris, Rene? (lighting up another 

cigarette) 

Rene: Why yes! I love it all! But most of all I love 

sitting here talking to you, Gaby! You are lovely. 

You are Paris, my dear! You are the heavenly 

scent, you are shi-shi and all jingle, and you 

are ou la la!! 

Now let's dance.... 

they are playing our song...and guess what day it is? 

now look around you...check your calendar (Rene teases while 

he watches crowds of people dancing in the streets....) 

Gaby: hmmmm....let me take a wild guess? July 14th? 

Rene smiles and whispers "yes...oh yes! dance with me please..." 

(standing up and looking into Gaby's beautiful green eyes, walking 

over to the crowd and letting the music sweep them away .... 

(Lovely music playing..) 

Rene holds Gaby close and they dance very close 

for hours to the music coming from the 

cafe...Even with crowds of Parisienne's  dancing in the streets 

this day, all I see is Gaby, all I feel is Gaby ...we are alone 

in this crowd of people ... 

Rene kisses Gaby's hand, savors her 

heavenly scent and smiles... 

Gaby she is wonderful and smiling and 

she smells so good! alalalalalala!! 

Paris...I love this town!! 


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