Lola Finch
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Professional translator who enjoys creating fictional worlds in my spare time. Genres: romance, thrillers, human drama. Head in the clouds, feet on the ground.
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La petite anglaise
This is a true story. All names have been changed. La petite anglaise. The little Englishwoman. Truth is, I’m not exactly petite. Or feminine. Or elegant. I’m a tall, big-boned, big-footed Englishwoman of hardy peasant stock, prone to bouts of clumsiness, both physical and verbal. But that’s what they called me, la petite anglaise, during the dreamy summer of 1991 when I worked in a hotel, high up in the French Alps. I was 20 years old, good at French and, despite my big-boned clumsiness, reasonably attractive and reasonably slim, considering the number of croissants I wolfed down every morning with a large bowl of strong coffee. Attractive enough at least to catch the eye of Stéphane, the 19-year-old sous-chef. Tall and wiry with a mop of dark hair, he was a clown in the kitchen, always teasing me and the other girls and playing pranks on us. I knew he had a girlfriend back home in Lyon, but that certainly didn’t stop him flirting. It was only a bit of fun, after all. A summer fling before I returned to university in the cold, autumnal North of England. I hadn’t had a boyfriend for a while and I’d been having the time of my life that year in France – travelling, making friends, drinking and partying like there was no tomorrow, far from the reproving looks of my family back home.
By Lola Finch5 years ago in Confessions
