Blogging · Me myself and I · Montreal · Thoughts

A police officer, a ghost and hands that smell like and old drunk!

  What a day… This morning started pretty much like any other these days. I woke up, sipped on my cup of hot chocolate while my head was shaking off the sleepiness. By 7h45, I was kicking Chéri out of the bedroom to get to work. (yeah, my desk is still in our bedroom…) I…… Continue reading A police officer, a ghost and hands that smell like and old drunk!

Blogging · Dreams · poetry · Prose · short

Someone Touched My Cheek…

  Someone touched my cheek, but when I turned to look…. Someone touched my hair, running fingers through the waves and undulations Someone whispered something in my ear, something that I wanted to hear, from someone Someone tapped me on my shoulder, wanting me to turn around and see who -but there was still no…… Continue reading Someone Touched My Cheek…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

The empty room…

  You don’t have to talk… Of course, he didn’t. Replying would have requested being there in the first place. She was aware of that, but she could feel his presence all the same. His laughter still lingered in the air, and the searing feeling of his lips on her ivory skin was as real…… Continue reading The empty room…