Papillon Concret Part 2
Papillon Concret Part 3
Papillon Concret Part 4
Papillon Concret Part 5
Papillon Concret Part 6
Continued from Part 5
"Madam Lenze?" His face clearly a blend of surprise and delight.
Harrison's hesitation halts and he runs taking hold of the swinging rear doors of a speeding ambulance as they race through the checkpoint barrier, splintering the boom and disappearing into the distance.
In front of the stone, Harrison contemplates his past and thumbs a tiny shard of white paper. He could write a book about their connection with shady protectors, the trains they cowered in from Bayonne to the border. The unknown faces with no names that secreted them into Spain. The anxious moments when they thought the jig was up. The horrendous walk along the Comete line to San Sebastion. He could write volumes about those who assisted and fed them on their journey, how Wilson's wound became infected and they'd buried him beneath a pyre of Pyrenean granite. He could write a book about her and what might have been.