It is four in the morning, the end of August(er) I’m just writing, you know… Just to see if you’re better. I am not.
Not one day after that, did my heart not beat every beat for you. It still does to this day, constant reminder of my loss.
Light a candle for me when the darkness creeps and cries when the wind howls and scratches upon your doors and windows while I light a candle for you, 24 Wishes – Notthedane56 If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Collapsed on my sectional sofa, with just a very soft music for an ambiance, we toast to the beginning of my well-earned vacation. We get the yapping started, and talk about all and nothing, smoking like two chimneys. The lights are dimmed, the wine is good and the music is soothing. We chat about…… Continue reading M – Part seventeen…
Back at my desk, I can let myself be tempted by a quick surf on Gabriel’s Facebook page. Here, it is nice because the office uses high speed internet, unlike the what-ever-barely-connecting-me-to-the-web-line I have at home. I go from one album to the next, keeping just enough attention to the oustide world to close…… Continue reading M – Part Sixteen
It isn’t quite 9 o’clock yet when I wake up, fresh as a rose. I can’t believe it, I outran my alarm clock! I’ll be damned! I think the last time I woke up before that devil’s invention did its job, was on Christmas back when I was a kid. I knew Santa had…… Continue reading M – Part Fifteen
I stretch a little, and lay back on the bed. I know it right away when sleep isn’t on its way… My body is exhausted, but I know I won’t get off easily. Not for a while, that’s for sure. So I think about my day, and review the chores and shopping I have…… Continue reading M – Part Fourteen
Back home (my real home), I barely have time to lay my hand on the doorknob before hearing a tornado making its way towards the apartment’s entry. It is Fiou, of course. The furry ball has been named after the reaction he causes when people see him the first time… He is disorienting, despite…… Continue reading M – Part Thirteen
I enter the building that I fondly call “home”. Indeed, after all the overtime spent at the office during the last five years, I’ve come to think that I actually live here, and that I rented a chalet (my apartment) only for the goodwill of Mireille and Fiou. I even considered making a change…… Continue reading M – Part Twelve
Once sitting down in the wagon (which is already surprising around noon – I must look terrible to be granted a seat) I get my thoughts together. The sudden grudge that had taken me over wears off. I realize I had no valuable reason to complain. In fact, I had time to walk calmly…… Continue reading M – Part Eleven