Shadow rummaged through the woods and over the hills, with no particular hurry. He savoured the bitter taste of terror that had run over the land, after his blossoming. Now that his wings had spread, he felt like nobody could stop him. Nothing would stand in his way now. He had stayed vulnerable and…… Continue reading The reunion…
Just breathe… She couldn’t believe how very nervous she felt, sitting in the café. Everything was painfully familiar, and she wished she found a way to make herself at home in a place that had almost been that once, back then… Home. Her fingers apprehensively ran on the different cardboard menus, she still knew…… Continue reading Speachless…
Do you still miss him? Quite an innocent question, but Jordan knew it was taboo to talk about him. She also knew she had, as my very best friend, the exclusive right to cross that line. The sun shone bright, and the spring wind was blowing softly on our faces. I took a minute to listen…… Continue reading Reunion…
Friday night meant going back home for Maria. Unfortunaly, this weekend, she wouldn’t be able to spend as much time as she would have wished, with her precious son. Sebastian was a sweet, brilliant kid. Every Friday he waited for her in the livingroom’s bay-window. As soon as she stepped out of the…… Continue reading Lucky… (Maria, the lonely nanny)
How had she managed to even get there? Wrapped in her raincoat, she felt uneasy sitting on the park bench. The recent shower had driven most people away, but there were still too many pedestrians going about, to her liking. What if someone she knew walked past her? What if someone randomly stopped to…… Continue reading The hermit – part 7
Dear you, I spent the afternoon with this very dear friend of yours, I know you know who I mean. Before this week, I hadn’t met with her in twenty five years, but it felt like we had parted just yesterday. I didn’t know her that well back then. Not anywhere near as much…… Continue reading Too late a letter…
Today was quite special. If you’ve been reading these “Out of Africa” posts, you know that I have lived in Guinea for five years, about thirty years ago. In the small town where I lived (Kamsar), there weren’t a whole lot of us, expat children. We were forced to learn how to get along together.…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (6)
