The story of a performance to remember in Paris 1803.
A Beautiful Spring Day in Paris 1803
By Brad O’Neill
A single white cloud passes overhead, swimming through the dazzling blue sky in the inevitable moment of silence. Through the tranquility I can hear the wind pushing the leaves as the sweet fragrance of spring blossoms attempt to penetrate the air heavy with the foul emanations of a thousand peasants gathered in the square. The magnificent cheers rise up to quell the silence and the feeble noise of the wind is lost to the boisterous celebrations of a thousand satisfied patrons. My performance is complete. As the sky fades to darkness I think back over my glorious day.
As with all of my recent days it started in relative seclusion. I ate a wonderful breakfast of fresh fruit and sweet milk. It is strange how a man as famous as I can eat alone for weeks at a time. The solitude of fame is a unique endeavor, sought by all, yet I am completely alone. I dearly miss the female companionship I have grown to love. I have a special gift that preceded my fame. I have a natural interest in women, and a way with the spoken word that often leads to more intimate interaction and satisfying contact.
My assistant casually shows me the notice of my performance in the Paris Gazette. The notice brings joy to my heart, surely, with such a glorious announcement; a thousand people will witness my exhibition. It is a shame I cannot reach out and touch them all personally. Through the magic of a public stage, I will enter all of their lives if only for a few precious moments. I can only hope to leave a lasting impression.
I am not disappointed for when I step out into the afternoon air there is a great number of people gathered for the celebration. My escorts keep them at a safe distance. To go over and shake a few hands would be a treat but it would of course be unsafe to do so. The crowd grows restless as I make my way to the waiting stage.
I’m so happy you published this Brad O’Neill 
This is completely unlike anything else I’ve read…a beautifully executed (no pun intended) story about a serial philandering con-artist. A beguiling story set in the spring-scented air of Paris. To call it romantic is not quite right…lust and passion with a mind-blowing finale ~ loved it! 
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