Wake up, handsome! When he opened his eyes, he didn’t feel any pain, but a weird numbness kept him from moving a single muscle… Slept well, Dear? She was sitting on top of him, gloriously naked under a crimson open silk night robe. The memories were slowly coming back to him, while he…… Continue reading A magic touch… – FFFC
Sneaky bitch! Well, to be honest, he thought, she wasn’t sneaky at all. It wasn’t as if she was doing it on the sly… Still, he was stunned, standing in the framing of the door. He pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and lit himself one, not even wondering…… Continue reading The room… – FFFC
Back home (my real home), I barely have time to lay my hand on the doorknob before hearing a tornado making its way towards the apartment’s entry. It is Fiou, of course. The furry ball has been named after the reaction he causes when people see him the first time… He is disorienting, despite…… Continue reading M – Part Thirteen
I enter the building that I fondly call “home”. Indeed, after all the overtime spent at the office during the last five years, I’ve come to think that I actually live here, and that I rented a chalet (my apartment) only for the goodwill of Mireille and Fiou. I even considered making a change…… Continue reading M – Part Twelve
Once sitting down in the wagon (which is already surprising around noon – I must look terrible to be granted a seat) I get my thoughts together. The sudden grudge that had taken me over wears off. I realize I had no valuable reason to complain. In fact, I had time to walk calmly…… Continue reading M – Part Eleven
I eventually peak at my watch and realize I really have to leave, but I can’t find the words to put an end to our improvised head-to-head. I don’t have to, as he does it. -I have to go. If I don’t head in, I’ll be outpaced by all the neighborhood’s regular famished clients.…… Continue reading M – Part Ten
I accidentally catch the envious glance from a secretary wearing a chic tailor, obviously thinking we are a couple. I address her a content smile… There you go, in your face, snobby! I stare back, establishing my fictive territory. It is good to be Mrs Madsen! And still, in my imaginary relationship, existing only…… Continue reading M – Part Nine
I have to pull myself together now. Life rarely gives second chances, and when it does, you have to seize it! I am hoping to take advantage of this eleven story descent to the max, which should give me a good… 45 seconds? Maybe a minute? Take your time elevator! I place back my…… Continue reading M – Part Eight
I neatly place the few things doctor Madsen has left on the desk, so that they face the place in the comfortable armchair which I can’t look straight at, still feeling silly for my earlier mistake. I hope I won’t develop a leatherarmchairphobia, but it is clearly not impossible. I’m never going to sit…… Continue reading M – Part Seven
Oh, I am not worried about gentleness right now… I worry about him being TOO gentle. But I am disappointed to know that I will soon leave the clinic, and probably never see doctor Madsen again, unless he finds something wrong in today’s tests… And if I have to choose, I’d rather pay a…… Continue reading M – Part Six
Cyranny's Cove 