Vacation in Paris
After several years of hard work and total commitment I felt I had earned a break
How many years was it since I had last taken a break? Foreign travel had not been an option and I was far too busy in any case.
“You drive yourself too hard,” Eva had said. Perhaps she was right but a man in my position must see things from a different perspective. I did not want to be selfish.
Yet there I was, as relaxed as ever I could be, standing at a balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower. Something I have always wanted to see.
“Next year, London!” I said to the escort.
“Yes, but of course, my Führer!”
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About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.
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