Kim Who?

In a writing workshop earlier this week we were given a writing prompt Challenge. Here it was: You just won a trip to Paris with Kim Kardashian. Write about the experience. Fifteen minutes…no editing.

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I’d never been to Paris. I think I wanted to go but it wasn’t anything to die for. I’ve never seen a Kardashian episode so that certainly wasn’t anything to cry for. I hadn’t registered in any contest that might win me a trip to anywhere with anyone so that wasn’t something to sigh for. And then what happens next I can’t think of a lie for.! Holy crap. Free trip with Kim K to Paris dropped on me from an alien somewhere.

I went to Paris. On her private plane. She was sitting in a luxurious seat across the aisle. She smiled at me. No words.

  We landed at deGaulle Airport. I grabbed my luggage at the foot of the jetway steps and followed Kim K to the Black Mercedes G. I slid in beside her in the backseat. I wondered if I’d packed enough. I wondered if I’d remembered my bag from the plane. Oh. Yeah. I had. I threw my bag over the seat into the space behind.

We stopped at the Drawing House Hotel and were surrounded by people in tuxedos opening doors and grabbing our luggage. She looked at them then at me. Then she looked at my shoes. No words.

I followed a Clark Gable kind of guy as he ordered others to take my bag and follow him. She looked at me as she got onto the Penthouse elevator and I stood at the door to the lower floors. No words.

  The room was magnificent. A corner with views of Paris, the Eiffel Tower, The Seine, and the clear blue sky above. I waited, never leaving the room. For four days. No words.

A knock at the door, Clark Gable again. He scooped up my bag and took me to the G-car waiting at the door. Kim K was out minutes later. She looked into my eyes and then my shoes. No words.

 Time seemed to stop on the way back home, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around that I’d been to Paris and never left my room. I wanted to ask Kim K what she’d done. I had no words.

 I’m home. I’m not sure if it really happened. No words.