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Marius' nightmareWhen the hurly-burly was done, as Marius lay feverish in his in-between state, between visions of Cosette's face and pretty gowns, he was visited by dream of being lost in a torrential rainstorm in the bowels of the Île de la Cité. For what seemed like an eternity, the young man wandered the dark, gloomy labyrinth of the winding streets, struggling in vain to reckon how he got there, and how he should make his escape. There were no bridges to be seen; there was no water other than that which fell from the skies; the quays eluded him.Marius' nightmare by AxmxZ
Marius squeezed through the deserted alleys, which became narrower and narrower which each passing, until his shoulders almost brushed the buildings on both sides. The eaves of those dismal structures overhung so close together that they formed a sort of dank plaster archways about two times the height of a man. He passed by the same run-down dram-shops and broken lamps, over and over again. Several times he heard the peal of Palais de Justice announcing t
On the steps of a wineshopAuthor's Note: This was supposed to have been a 2-minute drabble, but I ended up taking about ten.On the steps of a wineshop by AxmxZ
"This 's my spot."
The old geezer looked up with wide blue eyes. Grantaire swayed emphatically in the breeze. It never hurt to look off-balance when you tried to put across a convincing drunk.
"There's space enough for both of us here," said the old man and shifted to one side of the stair. Oh well, thought Grantaire and plopped down next to him, exhaling a cloud of heavily alcoholic vapor into the frosty air.
For a few minutes they sat quietly watching pinkish gray clouds move across the black skies.
"'s dark out," offered Grantaire. The old man said nothing. Hmm, thought Grantaire, they usually bite after you make it plain that you're wasted. Oh, the things you hear! Oh, the things they confess!!
Several more minutes passed in silence. Grantaire hid his hands in his coat pockets and pulled his knees in to conserve body heat. The white-haired geezer j