Flash Fiction Challenge #7 – The Closeup

He makes movies.  I didn’t ask what kind.  He was just another ex-pat sitting at a bar on the Rue Monge— pretty nondescript.  We struck up an acquaintanceship.  We’d get together mostly to play chess at a club of sorts in Mont Parnasse or have a few at the American Cafe along with a  clientele of regulars.  Mostly ex-pats who bragged about their former lives; really laying it on thick for the local girls. Continue reading