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, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Looking back… Day 10. (December 11th FFF)
Reaching over her knees, he shifted from one radio station to the other, looking for a familiar tune… She was asleep now, long gone to dreamland, and he didn’t want to wake her up. Driving home, his thoughts wandered on a road of their own. He enjoyed it when they drove out of town,…… Continue reading Roadtrip under the stars…
Look around, these Fields of snow… Endless and empty It’s all I know. Walking barefooted, Unarmed, unwounded Counting my steps Slightly astounded… I go on, and forward I march some more, Not feeling My legs anymore, anyway! I couldn’t possibly Care any less. I gave up hope, High expectations, success. For, after all The…… Continue reading Frozen…
She wasn’t a big fan of regrets… Then again, who was, really? Oh, of course most people said they did their best not to have regrets haunting them on their death bed. But very few actually dared themselves like she did. Constantly challenging herself, she took every bet Life put on her way. Except…… Continue reading Until Sunrise…
Fifteen years ago, Christmas Eve. I lived in Trois-Rivieres, and worked as an emergency medical dispatcher… In short, I answered 911 calls, and sent ambulances to people in need. I was one of the last people hired, and I had to cover most of the holiday season. I didn’t really mind. To be honest,…… Continue reading Looking back… Day 10.
I’m sorry, for having been once lovable. It wasn’t meant or intended, and I won’t do it anymore…
After a lifetime just trying to fit in, she realized how well she had succeeded. Well done, gal! she thought… Too bad, you didn’t aim for “great”!
Sitting on the foot of the bed, she sighed deeply. The memories flooded her fragile mind as she poored herself a second glass of Pinot Noir, her favorite poison in times of sorrow. The hotel room was perfect, it always was… Her “team” always made sure to have things set just as she liked…… Continue reading The other side of Paradise…
Cyranny's Cove 