Tag: France

The slightly tricky bit was leaving again without anyone realising.
They’d never talked about it, and now she thought they never would; that moment had passed.
The border must run right through the building.
We’re going to be leaving soon, but I’ll be in touch.
Watch what you say until we’re sure we’re secure.
She just moved around, place to place.
So, what am I supposed to be seeing, and why is it so important that I see it?
Just random noise as the system ground to a halt.
You’ll keep a secret if I do?
But you must promise not to tell anyone about it, not even your companions.
Nobody’s going to miss me until the morning.
We can’t bust out of here because we don’t even know where here is.
This is a place of safety. In fact, that’s what it’s for. Nothing bad’s going to happen here.
All questions will be answered in good time.
I think you’d be surprised just how far ahead some things are planned.
In an environment like that, even the most implausible lies can seem true.
These days, it’s all about making people unsure what to believe.
There are monsters out there. I’ve seen them.
She had a sense of unfinished business, of stuff yet to do.
That old sense that someone, somewhere, needed her help began to nag at her again.
There was, of course, no apology, no explanation.
Nobody cared. She was invisible.
There was probably a word for it in German, something long and obscure and hard to pronounce.
Life is not a thriller, where everything is neatly tied up at the end.
I was under the impression that you had been given answers.
I don’t even know myself.
I don’t suppose you’d consider telling me what that was all about?
If they could find her here, flight was pointless. Nowhere was safe.
But first, please, settle in. Dinner in an hour. I’ll ring the gong to let you know.
She ground the sole of her shoe gently against the gravel, establishing the surface underfoot.
She stood with her hands in her pockets, waiting for whatever happened next.
Are you going to tell him you worked it out?
You think we should all let go of our grudges?
It was, of all the places in her life, the most familiar.
Europe’s been quite the eye-opener for me.
It was an age of wonders.
There were, in all honesty, worse places to be, but there were also warmer ones.
Nobody seemed to be paying it any attention.
No one noticed she was even there.
It was a strange time; looking back, we were very vulnerable.
It had ground her down, over the years. She could feel it.
She thought about getting old, sometimes. She thought it was inevitable.
Maybe it’s important, maybe it’s not, but at least we know now.
The only way we can survive is if everyone trusts us.
Do you want to explain any of this to me?
She walked up to the front door and knocked.
The trick, with surveillance, was to move quickly and to keep moving.
It was only when you thought about them that you noticed just how many there were.
There was, she thought, really only one place she could go.
Something’s happening here, and we don’t know what it is.