(Content warning: This is a work of fiction that contains mature themes and explicit language.)
Marc was up bright and early the next morning, as was his habit. He rarely slept past 6:30. He went to run his usual 7 km up and down Mount-Royal and was back in his apartment on Milton near McGill University before 7:30.
The movie was still running in his head. Thelma & Louise was a popular film, and for many good reasons. The plot was exciting, the characters well cast, the filmography impeccable. Hell, Ridley Scott. The man knew what he was doing. But there was something else about that movie that kept bringing him back. Other than Brad Pitt’s abs, I mean.