Meet Klô Pelgag. I recently noticed that I hadn’t published one of my jukebox post lately… Tonight I discovered this song from the alienesque singer. You might not understand the lyrics (which I love, and thought about translating, but it wouldn’t do justice to Klô Pelgag’s way of playing with words) but I think the…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Sitting on the bed footing, she opened the mysterious envelope delicately. She had no idea what it held, but it had to be something special. Very special… Her fingers brushed softly over her name, written in red cursive letters. No adress, no sender’s information, only her name neatly calligraphed. She turned the envelope over,…… Continue reading Unexpected reunion – FFFC
This place is just insane! She knew Elizabeth would love it. Her best friend since their early childhood, she still lived inland, and hadn’t been at the beach in years. It was so sunny and warm, it would have been a sin to stay inside on such a beautiful day. Carol spread the blanket…… Continue reading Beach time…
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)
She sat alone in the darkness of the cigar lounge. Penny had already texted her a thousand times begging her to meet Damien and her at the restaurant where they were having a late dinner. Penn disapproved, but she didn’t care. The jazz quartet played on stage and she enjoyed the cozy atmosphere of the…… Continue reading Reunion…
