May 21, 2009

Another by kelsium (I am lacking inspiration today myself!)

I got married young to a man I idolized for his political beliefs. When he was arrested for dissent I believed him to be dead and fled the country for Paris. There, I met another man to whom I became greatly attached. The day we were supposed to meet in the train station to run away together, I found out that my husband was still alive and needed my help, so I could not leave on the train.
Then, a few years later, when I finally managed to nurse my husband back to health, we escaped France for this hellhole in the desert where someone said we could get travel papers. Then, who should I meet there but the dude from Paris! And guess who has the travel papers I need to save my husband! Yup, same dude. FML.

(Colour me intrigued!)

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