Brandy

.......I went to Paris to see the tomb of Napoleon. I worried my heartache would cause the walls of Les Invalides to crumble down around me. I ran through the halls and called out his name. I passed statues and busts that whispered thick, dark secrets that I was too consumed to bother with. I paused to try on his chapeau, knowing he would have wanted it that way. I then carried on. I pounded on a large glass wall until it shattered into a million diamonds. Behind it stood Napoleon's horse, stuffed for all eternity to behold. Its white hair was all but gone. I walked through the diamonds and blessed the horse, alone there for so many years. I spoke in code and assured the horse his master was safe and nearby. I did not have the heart to tell him the truth. As the guards came I fled- I passed Napoleon's deathmask, his deathbed, and the pall in the air was so thick I had to push through it with both fists. The guards grabbed ancient bayonets from the displays and roared toward me like a hungry battalion. Determined, I pulled my bones toward the tomb, aching, aching. He was coming closer, dear Napoleon. His grand wooden tomb glistened like melting chocolate. I jumped the ropes around it, held my body close to it, pressed my finger to my lips and said "shhhhh". The guards stopped and did just that. At that moment the spirit of Josephine leapt from me, and it was all done..........B. St. John

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