She counted the tablets one more time. Aligned on the kitchen table, she knew she had enough, but she didn’t want to need them to stop suffering. With labor’s day long weekend, most of her neighbours were away, gone to celebrate life with their families. The building was unusually quiet. No one would notice…… Continue reading The hermit – part 9
The water dripped in the kitchen sink, steadily enough to annoy her. Plop… Plop… Plop… She got up and tried to stop it without much success. All she seemed able to do was to change the rhythm of the drops falling, and she soon gave up, swearing to herself. Looking around, she picked the…… Continue reading The hermit – part 8
Échinée… Ne confonds pas l’abandon et la patience… L’heure du Phénix viendra. Je crois au karma… .
Cyranny's Cove 