Nadia walked up the stairs leading to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It was late in the day and most of the tourists had left, leaving Nadia almost alone on the large steel tower. Her silk slippers made a metallic banging sounds as she rushed to the top of the gigantic structure. She remembered when first arriving in Paris someone telling her couples go to the tower to cement their love for one another. How when two people in love stand at its pinnacle and look out on the city of lights, they became soul mates for life. At the time, Nadia passed it off as romantic rubbish. She thought it was another tripe tourist attraction to get people into the city so the merchants could get their money. After meeting Jean and feeling her heart beat with renewed life, she was willing to be sucked in by propaganda.
Jean was bounced up and down by Nadia’s run up the stairs. He had gotten used to her more erratic movements and was even starting to like the way he was flying around. If Jean had been born fifty years later, he could of compared bouncing around inside Nadia to the feeling astronauts get in space. It was almost as though there was zero gravity inside the stomach when Nadia moved around like this. Of coarse, space travel was a long ways away, so Jean had nothing to compare what he was experiencing to. Jean caught sight of where the pool of water had been, to see that the small lake ha been completely sucked up and absorbed in Nadia’s intestines. Thinking about the bottom exit of the stomach, reminded Jean of the top exit that had been his entrance into this strange, but interesting place. It was only a tightly puckered sphincter, seemingly hundreds of feet above his head. It looked tightly sealed, but whenever Nadia took a breath, the hole would widen a few inches out allowing the flow of air into her stomach. This small draft was the only thing keeping Jean from suffocating, but he didn’t focus on that information too much. He was safe and sound inside the most beautiful girl in the world and that was all that mattered. Soon the shaking stopped and everything went still inside Nadia, but the slight pulse beneath Jeans feet and the steady beat of her heart.
“Nadia are we at the top?” Jean asked the girl whose eyes were his only connections to the outside world. No sweet voice answered his callings and he started to fret. Fears of his beloved being caught by the thugs that had been chasing her, raced through Jens imaginative mind. All types of dangerous situations entered and torment Jean as he called out again to Nadia.
“Nadia are you alright?” His desperation was showing as he spoke.
“Hold on, Jean,” Nadia finally replied. The ground began to shake and heave. It was no longer sturdy as the pink floor skewed and pushed on Jean. Gagging sounds echoed around the fleshy chamber as the walls rapidly expanded before closing in. Jean felt strange breeze from above and looked up to see the Valve of flesh at the top of the stomach wink at him. The suction became so powerful that Jean was lifted up ten feet in the air, before falling back down. Again the suction came, only this time it took Jean all the way into the throat. Jean flew up the tunnel like throat, catching glimpses at the living walls as they speed by them. His short hair was blown all over his head and he almost lost his bowtie from the vacuumed like sucking. Glancing up, Jean spotted the uvula dangling over top him. The teardrop shaped hanging flesh flapped in the wind; it almost looked like it was waving at Jean as if to say ‘welcome back’. Jeans back bumped into the fleshy protrusion, as he landed at the edge of Nada’s tongue. Looking behind his back at the dark chasm that he had flown up from, Jean scrambled onto the middle of Nadia’s tongue. Familiarizing himself with the mouth again, Jean wondered why he had been taken from his warm home. He didn’t have much time to think about it because two tree-sized fingers slide in and yanked him off the tongue. He saw himself pass those giant dentures and looked at the wide slit like mouth where all this had happened. He was place carefully on the soft palm that he had been on earlier before being slurped into the mouth and accidentally swallowed.
“Why did you take me out?” Was the only thin that Jean could think to ask. He looked up at the big face of the girl he would be soon traveling with and was floored by the expression on her face. Her eyes held a look of benevolence and consideration that seemed to belong to someone far older then this girl. Her lips were pushed together softly with a smile cracking the side. Her head was held up high and her nose pointed up. She looked like a Greek Goddess looking out upon the world. She may not of been a Greek Goddess, but in some ways she was looking out upon the world. Jean looked towards where she was staring and saw a sight that was almost as beautiful as Nadia. They were at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking out on all of Paris and then further into the country. They could see the lights from light shops burn brightly in the distance like fireflies. They saw where the city ended and the country began. The mountains hung in the distance like mighty Goliaths, standing over France as its honor guard. They could see the top of the tallest building as they looked upon the city and beyond. Nadia pointed out towards the country side that went on until you ether hit water or another country.
“That’s where we’re going,” Nadia said, Indicating towards the country.
“Together,” Jean finished.