Can I pet your dog? The clear voice of the little girl caught my ear right away. I love this innocent way children have of approaching strangers with oblivious confidence. Not aware yet of the fear of others they will slowly but surely develop, as years will go by. How polite! I thought, knowing that…… Continue reading Strangers…
It all started with a an unexpected spark… As if our bodies were rocks, thrown randomly in the universe, not even aware of each other. Two anonymous stones, running in the cold darkness of routine, blinder than if our eyes had been ripped out of their orbits. And in that brief moment, when our…… Continue reading Unexpected…
Too many people forgot the very meaning of listening… The rain is pounding heavily on the living room’s tall window panes. I knew walking back home, that there would be no spending the evening out with Victor tonight… I knew when I rented the house that there was no tv here. It is…… Continue reading Shush…
He was a bit dizzy and far from steady on his feet. One drink… He only needed one drink to stop his hands from shaking. Beer, wine, cider, liquor… Anything would do the trick, he just needed it now. One hand pressed on the bed, to keep his balance, he pulled the wires attached…… Continue reading I am Debra…
Previously posted on November 20th of 2016 It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity. She lived in the…… Continue reading The peddler…
Well past most people’s bedtime and I am still awake, getting ready for our little weekend getaway. The apartment is filled with the soul warming scent of the spaghetti sauce batch, slowly stirring on the stove. I am not the bragging kind, but I make the best spaghetti sauce I’ve tasted. Even Mom, who taught…… Continue reading I am Nadia…
It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity. She lived in the home her father had built from his…… Continue reading The peddler…
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.
She stood, silent and still, under the large black umbrella. The rain dripped around her feet, slowly forming small pools around her somewhat dry island. The sound of the rain drops on the dark fabric lulled her. She rocked slightly to the left, and to the right, following the soft fresh breeze… How long…… Continue reading Big black umbrella…
Funny how some memories fade almost straight after living the moment and how some never die. For some reason, bad events seem to stick more to the back of my mind. I am prompt to remember times when people hurt me, or times I hurt people when I didn’t mean to… And sometimes, a good…… Continue reading I noticed you…
Cyranny's Cove 