“The first day of the rest of our lives, we have escaped our demons. Oh darling I didn’t think this day would ever come.” May hugs her lover Hugh as they alight from their taxi outside the hotel in Paris.
“I know darling, we are going to have an amazing time. Let’s get into the hotel and get started on our honeymoon without the wedding!”
“ What an idyllic spot Hugh, a step from the river Seine, the Notre Dame in view ,such a romantic setting.”
The porter steps , and picks up the cases, leading the way through the marble and gilt foyer to the reception desk. He places the cases on the floor, nods at the couple and walks back to the front door.
Hugh and May walk to the desk and the receptionist said, “ Good afternoon and welcome to the hotel, could I take your name? “
“Yes sir, a three night stay, if you could fill in your details on this form and sign the bottom.”
“Your room is on the fourth floor sir, here are the keys, the porter will bring your luggage up shortly.”
Hugh picks up the keys and wrapping his arm around May, they stroll to the lift. On reaching the room Hugh unlocks the door. “Just stay there May, give me your bag.” He disappears into the room, then reappears, grabs May around the waist and hoists her over his shoulder. He staggers through the door and kicks it shut, then deposits a giggling May on the bed.
“ Idiot, don’t do your back in!” she splutters. “Oh look Hugh we have a balcony with a glimpse of the River and the Notre Dame. Look you can even see the gargoyles on the tower.”
“Our honeymoon has started. Then our time to be totally together unfolds.Yes how fabulous and romantic, lets go out and get a clearer look, you first I will come behind you. “
“Oh Hugh its so beautiful, thank you for bringing me here. What are you doing?”
“Just picking you up, so I can cuddle every part of you, my lovely lady.”
“Mmmm I just so love you. Gosh I thought I saw that gargoyle flex its wings! It moved I am sure! ”
“Now that would be a miracle. Turn your head and kiss me darling.”
As May turns her head, Hugh gives a mighty heave with his arms and May flies over the balcony.
She screams summersaulting as she falls into the street below, laying spread eagled on the cobbles of the side yard
“The first day of the rest of our lives,” he mutters as he turns and leaves the bedroom carrying May’s bag. He carefully makes his way down the back stairs and exits the hotel by the side door, hurrying into the crowd.
This was written in response to a photo prompt and the challenge was to mix some genres.