An even weirder episode at the office Part 2 of a previous short story 8:04 AM I’m in the elevator with a weird colleague I had never seen before. Second weird colleague in a matter of days! As you probably know, the company had been growing like crazy in the past years, and the days when... Continue Reading →
En Français because it happened in French. But not in France. True story Photo by Ben White on Unsplash Hop on folks, there’s still room for more people. Em… We’ll take the next one. See ya later… Hmm. That’s weird! Why did they snob us all of a sudden? … Bonjour! Ah! Bonjour madame. Vous parlez français. Oui!... Continue Reading →
And a walk down memory lane Photo by freestocks on Unsplash She opened the locker. Three years had gone by. So much had happened since the last time the locker was locked, so much had changed in the world. In her world too. She did not remember the lock code anymore and had to have it broken. She... Continue Reading →
Don’t even blink, it will be so fast you might miss it Photo by Jonathan Chng on Unsplash All my life I’ve been running. From bullies, from teachers, from shame, and later from hunger, from bullets, from cops. I’ve been running after elusive hassles, and more often than not after a loaf of bread, when you’ve been running... Continue Reading →
And her path to a warm home and a friend Photo by Viktor Vasicsek on Unsplash I met her on a cold winter evening. She was laying on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain, abandoned there by her last abuser. She was visibly broken by years of hardship. The old scars were still visible. The more recent ones... Continue Reading →
And a ray of contagious light, travelling the universe Photo by Josh Boot on Unsplash So, there was this guy. He was shining. A ray of bright light. All who bumped into him were touched by his light and for a while, became alight themselves, and this light was contagious. When his time came and he left... Continue Reading →
Last thoughts of a rotten soul Photo by Immo Wegmann on Unsplash Remember the inner compass? The one pointing you to the right direction and which you are supposed to follow? Well sometimes, it is a bloody Anvil! Can you swim through the meanders of life with one tied to your ankles? I thought I could. I tried. I... Continue Reading →
The tale of a firefly consumed by the light Photo by Chris Rhoads on Unsplash Awakening to a light so intense it consumes my heart and soul in a blaze that can no longer be put out. Everything becomes dull and dead. Everything but the light, everything but the blaze. It is consuming me inside out. It eclipses... Continue Reading →
A more than weird episode at the office Photo by Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash 8:04 AM. I’m in the elevator with a weird colleague I had never seen before. The company had been growing like crazy in the past years, and the days when you could say “I know everyone” are long gone. Long story short, I get... Continue Reading →
Or how the lamest events can trigger the brightest ideas, or the lack thereof Photo by Juan C. Palacios on Pexels.com An apple once decided it was time for it to wander free from the branch holding it to an old apple tree in a garden somewhere in Kensington. Some lads walking by were witnesses... Continue Reading →
On a cold night there’s a cold gun, burning through her hand In the lonely town there’s a lonely girl trying to forgetThe tears she cried a long time ago are still haunting her soulAnd in the cold night all the pain she felt was driving her insane Same night many years ago, lying in... Continue Reading →
Bleu. Rouge. Bleu. Rouge... Un bruit continu, une modulation assourdissante... Des cris, indistincts, paniqués... Le noir, le silence, puis, un plafond blanc qui s'enfuit... des visages qui lui courent après, et du noir, encore... Je me réveille. 4 heures du matin. Encore un cauchemar me dis-je. J'en ai la gorge sèche. Trop engourdi pour aller... Continue Reading →
An apple red 1974 Dodge Challenger, rushing through the turns in a futile tentative to reach the summer sunset, before the night sets in. The girl driving it was not running away. She was speed-driving an oppressing feeling of inevitability off her chest and onto the asphalt, racing the race of her life in an... Continue Reading →
The Idea Sounding Board 