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…
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…
https://youtu.be/9Q25u2QZ-X0 We’ve all been told that as a kid, right? I am asking, because I am curious. Is this a North American (or even just Canadian) thing, or do moms all around the world very seriously warn their young children against the terrible consequences of running with scissors. I don’t have kids but…… Continue reading Don’t run with scissors!
Waaaaaaaaaaaalter!! WALTER!! The old man didn’t bother answering his wife’s call, knowing that her hearing was as bad as she was loud, in general. She had probably deafened her own self, over the years. That thought amused him, and he walked to her chair by the window with a smirk. Yes, Darlin’, what is…… Continue reading The Block…
She took a good look at herself in the mirror. It would take a whole lot of make up to make her pretty enough to get good tips…. Of course, a couple more hours of sleep would have done the job, but that damn newborn downstairs had decided otherwise. She put her high heels…… Continue reading The block…
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 Last dance… (June 12th FFF)
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 Gone… (May 29th FFF)
He could hear the noise around, but his ears were buzzing. It had started with an innocent chat at his signing session downtown, when his latest book had come out. She was rather charming, though a little intense. He had been doing well with his two previous novels, but not the kind of success…… Continue reading I love you… – FFFC
Cyranny's Cove 