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Author<\/h2>\nLize Jacobs<\/p>\n
Lize Jacobs was born and raised in Pretoria, South Africa, where she still resides. Although this is her first publication, she has been writing since she could remember, not knowing that being a writer was who she truly was.<\/p>\n
She has worked in the video industry for many years; Producing, Directing, Filming, Editing, and Scriptwriting. But her love for film has allowed her to Produce, Direct and Write several acclaimed short films over the years.<\/p>\n
Privileged enough to have been able to travel overseas, to places like Alaska, Mexico, Tuscany, Munich, London, Paris and several African Countries, she has discovered a love for other cultures and the stories hidden in foreign locations.<\/p>\n
She is passionate about the diversity and influence of dialogue and celebrates the art of story-telling across all genres.<\/p>\n
Her aim is to keep publishing and write film scripts, telling stories which can linger in a person\u2019s souls for a little while, hopefully bringing some joy.<\/p>\n
Recently divorced high school teacher, Chrisna, is stuck in her small-town life in Jacobsdal, South Africa.<\/p>\n
When she sees her ex-husband with another woman, she is furious.<\/p>\n
While she watches a movie, that takes place in Paris, with her best friend, she angrily proclaims that she would like to throw her wedding ring off the top of the Eiffel Tower.<\/p>\n
After gathering money from friends, family and co-workers, her friend gifts her a five-day trip to Paris, for her thirtieth birthday, so that Chrisna can finally get rid of her ring.<\/p>\n
Not having been anywhere other than the province she was born in, except for a brief honeymoon in Cape Town, Chrisna is terrified of embarking on this trip, alone, to a foreign country. She is not at all excited about being forced to get rid of her ring in such a dramatic manner, and even less so of facing her fears and ending a chapter in her life she has been clinging to.<\/p>\n
Her adventure begins when she almost misses her plane from London to Paris. In her haste to board, she does not have a chance to visit the restroom. Now, fighting against nature and seated next to Zenelda, a quirky American forty-something ex-groupie, set on making every moment of life an adventure, Chrisna is unprepared for the life-changing adventure that await her.<\/p>\n
Zenelda gives her a nickname, ‘Kristal’ and a list of ‘The only 5 things worth doing in Paris.’<\/p>\n
1. Hug the Venus de Milo.
\n2. Get a mime to speak.
\n3. Sing in front of a crowd of at least fifty people.
\n4. Dance the Tango in the rain in front of the Notre Dame.
\n5. Make passionate love to a Parisian.<\/p>\n
Refusing the list and hell-bent on sticking to her carefully planned itinerary, the last thing she expects is to wake up in her hotel room on her first morning in Paris, not being able to remember the previous night…<\/p>\n
…A handsome stranger, Tyce, confronts her in the street on her way to The Louvre:<\/p>\n
\u201cKristal!\u201d he called. \u201cI have your shoes.\u201d<\/p>\n
However much Chrisna tries to stay on track with her plans, she gets thrown into one crazy situation after the other as she gets lost in chance.<\/p>\n
Zenelda leaned in and whispered, \u201cI didn\u2019t steal it, you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? No, you made me. You put it in my purse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you prove it?\u201d Zenelda asked. \u201cBesides, no one can make you do anything without your consent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have to take it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chrisna frowned. \u201cBecause it\u2019s a crime. You, um, we broke the law.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you\u2019ve never broken the law before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Aman placed two open bottles of beer, with red and white labels, on the counter in front of them.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I have a glass?\u201d Chrisna asked him, and he glared at her. \u201cNever mind,\u201d she said and pulled a tissue from her purse, thoroughly wiping the top rim before taking a sip, and then pulling a face.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is strange,\u201d Aman said to Zenelda before turning to help another customer.<\/p>\n
Zenelda smiled. \u201cSo you\u2019ve never broken the law? Not ever?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot even taking a piece of bubblegum without paying for it?\u201d Zenelda took a big gulp of her beer.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot even a speeding ticket?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said no.\u201d Chrisna took a small sip of her beer and cringed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, how did it feel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike my heart was going to break through my chest. I wouldn\u2019t have been able to stop running if you hadn\u2019t grabbed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s called adrenalin,\u201d Zenelda said, taking another sip. \u201cBest feeling in the world when you combine it with unadulterated fear.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chrisna recalled how she\u2019d felt after she\u2019d hugged the Venus de Milo, but even that feeling of utter exhilaration couldn\u2019t get close to what she\u2019d just felt. Her entire body still felt numb and tingly. She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere we go. You just have to give in to it.\u201d Zenelda returned her smile.<\/p>\n
Chrisna forced herself to stop smiling. \u201cWe still have to take it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so. I got it for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Zenelda opened the box and handed her one of the walkie-talkies. \u201cI thought you might like it. You know, like when you and your friend used to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not my friend.\u201d Chrisna regretted what she said as she said it.<\/p>\n
Zenelda turned serious. \u201cNo, I guess I\u2019m not.\u201d She placed her walkie-talkie back into the box. \u201cCome on, we\u2019ll go back and return it.\u201d She stood up.<\/p>\n
Chrisna felt awful. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you\u2019re right. We should take it back.\u201d She held out her hand, waiting for Chrisna to hand her the other walkie-talkie.<\/p>\n
Looking at it, Chrisna considered the strange gesture. It was thoughtful, even though she\u2019d stolen it. \u201cMaybe we can finish our drinks and then go back and pay for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d Zenelda asked surprised. \u201cYou want to keep them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure. I guess it would be fun, and it might help if I lose you in the crowd again, since you don\u2019t believe in cell phones.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zenelda smiled and jumped back on the chair. \u201cGreat, but we don\u2019t have to go back to pay for them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chrisna frowned. \u201cJa, we do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, we don\u2019t.\u201d She took a big sip of her beer. \u201cI already paid for them.\u201d She pulled a receipt out of the leather pouch hanging near her hip and handed it to Chrisna. \u201cSee.\u201d<\/p>\n
Looking at the receipt, Chrisna saw that it confirmed the purchase of one set of walkie-talkies. She gaped at Zenelda. \u201cWhat? How? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoom!\u201d<\/p>\n
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