[noir 17] Parlez-vous français?

"And that's how I ended up here," I said to the man with the long, grey beard.

"Je ne parle pas anglais," said the man, with a shrug.

"He doesn't know anything but French," said a hippie with dreadlocks and bloodshot eyes. He laughed. "But, man, I thought your story was great."

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a little out of place.

The Afterlife would take some getting used to.

***

This was great fun to write! I hope everyone enjoyed it.

I tied a couple other stories into this one. First, the murder at WFCY, which can be read about here: http://ficly.com/stories/5344

Secondly, the doorbell rang during _Making Peace_. Here's what happened: http://ficly.com/stories/5599

This story wouldn't have happened if it weren't for MJY's piece for the _Profile An Author_ contest. You can read his work here: http://ficly.com/stories/5370

Thanks to everyone for your enthusiasm and support! Hope you didn't mind me killing you all... (Except Auralia of course.)