Really tired, træt, you know? Très fatiguée… She layed on the bed, not even taking the time to slip under the covers. She turned her back to him, and curled her body in an almost fœtal position. She felt him standing by the bed in silence. He didn’t know what was going on in her…… Continue reading I am tired…
About you. Or maybe I shouldn’t have mentionned you at all. In either cases, I should have been more aware! It started with little innocent comments… Who’s that man who commented on your latest Facebook picture? And I told her it was one of my friends, one she hadn’t met. “Oh…” she replied, and that…… Continue reading I should have warned my mother…
Dear Mom and Dad, I woke up this morning in Albania. I was a bit confused at first, not quite sure if I was still dreaming, but it seems that I really am in Vlora. I just didn’t want you to worry while I find out what is going out here… I apparently live…… Continue reading Bons baisers d’Albanie…
It was a bright sunny day… A day like any other, but it was the day she had chosen… She had awaken early, before the sun had begun to rise on the horizon. She had taken a light meal in the breakfast nook, and drawn herself a hot bath, filling the apartment’s air with a…… Continue reading Under the big oak tree…
Do you remember our walk on the beach? No, I don’t… Of course, you remember… You had begged for me to take you there, although I had promised to already. You’ve been such a child about it. “Take me there, why won’t you? If you don’t take me there, I won’t let anybody else take…… Continue reading Do you remember?
In the early hours of the morning, she awakens. The sun is shining brightly, and the neighbour has chosen today as a good day to hammer his life on the adjoining wall of their apartments. She tries to tell herself it will end soon, knowing it won’t. She wonders if the man next door is…… Continue reading Awakening…
The Elvis song… It could have been playing, or not. – Remember that time you threw yourself at me, screaming that I was being cruel to you? I do… But to my defense, I was not sober. Not that it excuses harsh words being spoken, but sometimes, it makes things feel more intense… You had…… Continue reading Don’t be cruel…
The days following the apparition of the green light, Him and I spent more and more time together… I made sure not to go knocking at his door unless the light was on, inviting me to do so. I couldn’t say for sure, because I never caught Him in action, but I was pretty sure…… Continue reading My glass house (part 6)
Not to be confused with the Crazy cat-Lady… You know, the Simpsons’ classic character throwing cats at people shouting shenanigans. The Cat-crazy Lady would never do that, she’d keep all those kittens for herself! She likes everything that’s furry, has claws and purrs. Likes? No loooooves, more like. She likes the other furry things but…… Continue reading Cat-crazy Lady…
Children molesting… Corruption… Rape… Murder… War… Poverty… Everyone suffers… I close my eyes on it all. And flee from it all. And go hiding where life doesn’t hurt. Why don’t you come with me? We don’t have to go chasing unicorns, or become half human half exotic birds, or seek lands that don’t exist… We…… Continue reading The world is not a friendly place.
Cyranny's Cove 