I eventually peak at my watch and realize I really have to leave, but I can’t find the words to put an end to our improvised head-to-head. I don’t have to, as he does it. -I have to go. If I don’t head in, I’ll be outpaced by all the neighborhood’s regular famished clients.…… Continue reading M – Part Ten
I accidentally catch the envious glance from a secretary wearing a chic tailor, obviously thinking we are a couple. I address her a content smile… There you go, in your face, snobby! I stare back, establishing my fictive territory. It is good to be Mrs Madsen! And still, in my imaginary relationship, existing only…… Continue reading M – Part Nine
I have to pull myself together now. Life rarely gives second chances, and when it does, you have to seize it! I am hoping to take advantage of this eleven story descent to the max, which should give me a good… 45 seconds? Maybe a minute? Take your time elevator! I place back my…… Continue reading M – Part Eight
I neatly place the few things doctor Madsen has left on the desk, so that they face the place in the comfortable armchair which I can’t look straight at, still feeling silly for my earlier mistake. I hope I won’t develop a leatherarmchairphobia, but it is clearly not impossible. I’m never going to sit…… Continue reading M – Part Seven
Oh, I am not worried about gentleness right now… I worry about him being TOO gentle. But I am disappointed to know that I will soon leave the clinic, and probably never see doctor Madsen again, unless he finds something wrong in today’s tests… And if I have to choose, I’d rather pay a…… Continue reading M – Part Six
A perplexed pout succeeds the initial look of surprise. After a few seconds, he bursts into a sincere laughter that would surely be contagious if I knew what caused it. What can I have missed in the very succinct order that was given to me…? I got in, I sat down…. Between two chuckles,…… Continue reading M – Part Four
I’m left to dry, literally, five minutes before a (not to say “the”) nurse comes to pick me up from beside Pénélope. I understand that my claustrophobia hasn’t seen anything if I thought that was a tiny waiting room. The office… Hmm, no, I cannot be disrespectful towards worthy offices… Let’s try again; the…… Continue reading M – Part Three
I still stand on my stilettos when I get past the clinic’s door. No turning back now, it would really look bad to run away now that I am at the reception desk. I know damn well that my appointment is scheduled for 11am though it is still just 9:50am, but I try to…… Continue reading M – Part Two
A couple of years back, a dear friend of mine challenged me into writing a book, based on an anecdote of hers. If you are a regular in The Cove, you know I am always up for a challenge, especially if it involves playing with words. So I spent a little over six months writing…… Continue reading M – Part One
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