Micro poésie du Vendredi…
Toi. Voilà, tout est dit. Et dire que d’autres se perdent à chercher un sens à leur vie…
Category: stories
Last night… part 2.
She left the empty glass in the kitchen sink, and poured the black brew in her favorite mug. She wondered if she should call Valérie, but it was still a little early for a Saturday morning, and she wanted her thoughts to be a bit clearer, before she got interrogated. Because that’s exactly what…… Continue reading Last night… part 2.
Last night…
She woke with a dry mouth and crinkled mind. What had happened? She rolled on her back tucking the bedsheets under her arms, and enjoying the warmth of the duvet just a little longer. She knew reality would soon hit her, and usually, it wasn’t pretty when it happened. Not that it was an usual…… Continue reading Last night…
Sharing Fall…
She stood at the border of Autumn, hesitating. Sitting quietly on a rock, looking at the green foliage behind her, then peeking at the warmer colors, melting into the leaves, announcing the upcoming Fall. The choice wasn’t hers, and she knew it. Once you came this close to Fall, you fell into the switch…… Continue reading Sharing Fall…
Reading her still…
Some relationships are meant to be… Some just aren’t. And some people just connect beyond the frame of what others see as a relationship. She didn’t believe in that before she met him. Oh, she knew she could connect with people. She felt empathy, and could be close to some, and closer to others.…… Continue reading Reading her still…
Little things…
Copenhagen’s Airport. The duty free shopping area is filled with passengers looking for a bargain on their way to board their plane. Alcohol bottles, beauty products, ridiculously oversized candy bars… The baskets get full and lines are forming towards the cashiers. When my turn comes, I give the clerk a quick look. The young,…… Continue reading Little things…
M – Part Eight
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
M – Part Seven
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
M – Part Six
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
M – Part Four
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
Cyranny's Cove 