Feet that once marched down the Champs-Élysées, championed as a liberator, now hobbled unnoticed with the help of a cane. He pulled out an old black and white photo of a young version of himself dancing with a dark-haired Beauty.
Elise, a Resistance fighter, gone from Earth near seventy years…but never his heart. He creaked into a sitting position, back against the symbol of Paris.
He clutched the picture to his fluttering chest. “I hope you’re enjoying Heaven, love. I’ll beat von Choltitz into a deeper level of Hell when I see him,” he said with his last breath.
For Friday Fictioneers. I had a similar photo for a different writing challenge and this entry ties in with that, even though it can stand on its own (I hope). You can read my other entry for a little more background here.
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