If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…
“Meet me for the 9 O’clock presentation.” She knew he would know which movie to choose, as she sat in the room. She was a little early, and she wondered if he would come. He hadn’t confirmed, nor had he refused the invitation. He liked keeping his options open. He probably wanted to join…… Continue reading An evening out at the theater…
If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…
Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)
A walk under the August’s almost full moon… Mother Nature chose the color of your lips to paint the sky tonight! I giggled. My easy response to your blunt compliments… We kept walking on the sidewalk, side by side, as we were meant to be… You’re the best tongue twister I’ve known… I whispered,…… Continue reading Under the almost full moon…
In the early nineties, my father got hired to work in a bauxite mine plant, in Guinea. We moved to a small town, Kamsar, that was built by the company, CBG. Here are a few, randomly picked tales from my 5 years spent there. (Note the giant poodle pup just above the country’s name… It…… Continue reading Kamsar, random tales… The black panther
“Why would you settle for only one birthday per year?” he asked me once… I had never given it a thought, I must admit. I know a lot of people who would rather not having Birthdayz, and never aging. That’s ridiculous. Aging will happen whether we want it or not. And by that, I obviously…… Continue reading Birthdayz…
I have a date in Kamloops… Not the romantic kind, at least not that I know of, but I am requested there all the same soon. I didn’t know exactly where Kamloops was… I knew it was far West, like the old movies, with caravans and gold diggers, but I had to Google it just…… Continue reading Montréal Kamloops…
I woke yesterday morning with a technologic itch. Just like a runny nose announcing a bad flue, I thought it was probably going to turn into something worse if I didn’t do anything about it. Like getting a technologic rash or maybe a technological stroke… I hadn’d had a cellular phone in about 6 years…… Continue reading Technological love…
For a while now it’s been there. No matter the time, and no matter where. It is almost stuck to my soles, and everywhere it follows. Or so it seems… It is like a big brother always on the watch, like a sort of angel over my shoulder. Even if I am quick, even a…… Continue reading L’ombre…
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