The smell of the freshly brewed coffee filled the room, as Roger walked about, preparing a lavish breakfast in the kitchen. The sun had just peeked over the horizon, and Roger still couldn’t understand how he had lived his whole life hoping he could stay in bed later, until his retirement day. Now, he…… Continue reading Unexpected visitor… – FFFC
Previously published on February 16th of 2017. The wind was blowing strongly in the backstreet, whistling through the old windows’ cracks… But her flat was an oasis in the winter’s cold, and she knew it. Hundreds of times, she had imagined walking up the stairs, followed by his footsteps, wondering what would happen if…… Continue reading Trouble…
He sat on his stool, in a corner of the room. Waiting for the exact moment when the light would enter the large window with just the right angle… This perfect, though ephemeral, light that would flatter every curve of her fragile silhouette. People thought of him as a genius. The idea amused him,…… Continue reading Nature Morte… – FFFC
I never went looking for her, but I guess I unconciously hoped all my life, that our roads would cross at some point. I certainly dreamed about her, although I never could have drawn her face before the day we finally met. She is your typical girl next door… And that’s how I…… Continue reading The little green house…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Cicada song… (August 7th FFF)
The building was unusually silent. Unusually silent, and unusualy hot. It was a beautiful summer, but none of the block’s tennants could afford air conditionning, and the neighbourhood lacked any park with tall trees that would have provided a nice shade. They once had a community pool, but as the area had gotten poorer…… Continue reading The Block…
The knock on the door was so soft, the cat himself hadn’t been bothered in his sleep, on the old beat-up couch. Stacy unlocked the apartment’s door, knowing all too well who she’d find on the other side. Just as she expected, the old lady stood, ready to knock once again, probably aware that…… Continue reading The Block…
By far, this was her favorite spot. The sunsets were simply amazing from this rocky peninsula stretching in the middle of the sea. Every evening, she made sure to make her way to her favorite stone, the flat and smooth one right by this awkward tree growing in feet deep of salty waters.…… Continue reading A taste of paradise… – FFFC
Sharon pretended to walk down to her mailbox. For the sixth time, that day. She knew all too well that she wouldn’t find anything more than a couple of untamed dust bunnies, and an old take out menu she had never cared to throw to the trash. What she did know, though, was that…… Continue reading The Block…
Getting back into the apartment, Bill violently slammed the door shut. Immediately, his wife’s quick paced footsteps announced that she was making her way from the living room to the hallway. Seriously, Billy? I just managed to get Lilly to sleep. Could we keep the noise down and enjoy an hour of sweet silence?…… Continue reading The Block…
Cyranny's Cove 