Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: The Importance of Being Earnest (not about the play) (08/04/11)
TITLE: Paris, 1928
By Cheryl von Drehle
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
By day Mr. Parker diligently dragged his wife to museums and art galleries and libraries and cemeteries. By night Gertie cajoled her husband into taking her to fancy restaurants and music halls and dances. Mr. Parker read every description and headstone and book title that crossed his path; soberly noting down all that he learned on his momentous journey. Gertie gaily chatted with every passerby, gleaning information about the local people and life on the Left Bank, the artists and the writers in Paris, their comings and goings. She treasured every piece of local gossip.
On their last day in Paris they finally agreed on something: lunch at a left bank cafe, Closerie des Lilas. Upon arriving Scott quickly discovered this to be a mistaken choice: too crowded and a bit low class he solemnly opined. But Gertie was charmed by the ambiance and colorful crowd of people and insisted they stay. As they approached the only available table, the proprietor of the cafe rushed up to them, waving them away with brusque gestures and unintelligible French expletives. The normally reserved Mr. Parker did not take perceived injustices lightly.
"English please; I do not speak French."
"Pardon, monsieur," the owner sneered, his tone quite understandable, if not his words. "This table is ... how would you say it ... taken." The proprietor roughly ushered them back towards the door where a line was now forming.
"I don't see anyone sitting there. We were here first, and I want that table."
Just then, a group of three young men carelessly brushed past them and sat down at the coveted table without hesitation. Righteously indignant now, Scott protested in a tirade: "Why do those men get this table? We were here first! And besides, they are loud and drunk and don't look like they even have any money...probably just indigent writers, and boorish Americans at that!"
"C'est la vie," hissed the proprietor, ignoring them as he moved on to other tasks. Gertie looked back over her shoulder at the carousing men, who were genially eying her. And then she blushed with recognition. "Oh my, Mr. Parker," she cooed to her husband. "American writers indeed. They get the table because that is the importance of being Ernest!"
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.