One Night in Paris

By Martin Sercombe

It was a typical Parisian evening, the streets bustling with people going about their business. 


But as the night progressed, the sky grew darker and the rain began to pour down in sheets.

 The Seine, which runs through the heart of the city, began to rise alarmingly.

 
Panic set in as people realized the seriousness of the situation.

 
Bicycles were quickly commandeered as people tried to flee the rising waters.
 

But not everyone was so eager to leave.
Some chose to celebrate the rain, performing comic rituals in the streets.
 

Two fashionable old ladies sat in a bar, deep in conversation and oblivious to the chaos outside.
 
 
Meanwhile, a young girl was out in the rain, rescuing a stray cat from the rising flood waters. She held the shivering animal close to her chest, trying to protect it from the elements.


Homeless men sought shelter from the storm in the doorway of Notre Dame Cathedral.
 

They huddled under blankets, trying to stay dry and warm. 
 

 A busker sang a lonely song, ignored by the panicked passersby.
His voice echoed through the streets, a haunting reminder of the fear that gripped the city.
 

 Two young boys, separated from their parents in the confusion and chaos, stood, frozen, uncertain what to do next.
 

A mime artist walked slowly down a rain-washed street, mourning the sorry state of a world driven to madness by climate change. 
 

As the night went on, the rain continued to pour down, the Seine continued to rise,
and the floodwaters spread across the city.
It was a night that no one would ever forget.

 

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