Eyes gluey, brain clogged up. As usual I get into the lift with my head down, on auto-pilot. But today is different because her scent is in here. And she’s here too. In a moment of panic I turn ... [+]
Yes, sorry… I’m just punching my ticket – there are inspectors around.
I’m fine… You OK?
Can you hear me?
Yeh, cos I was just going to tell you how it went last night.
Judith! I went past you during class. Your head bent down over the desk, your slender neck and the tendrils of hair escaping from your ponytail.
Judith! I am totally in love.
Your knees are ... [+]
“If you kiss the frog today, 14 February, at 7 pm precisely, someone will ring your doorbell. It will be your Prince Charming.”
When she opened the little parcel a few minutes ago, ... [+]
Amelie looked at herself in the mirror for the fifteenth time. It was no good. She didn’t look right. She hastily pulled off the tee-shirt that made her look like a badly-stuffed sausage and the... [+]
“The main thing in life is the people you meet on the way.” The voice of the presenter was declaiming this maxim on the radio when, that morning, a pretty little brunette with a generous ... [+]
I am convinced it was a Thursday because I had one day left before the weekend and in those circumstances that extra day was unbearable.
So that Thursday, I received a letter ... [+]
It was the summer of 1936. In Paris. At the Balajo. Rue de Lappe. Near the Bastille. A public dance. Musicians with a fag in their mouth and a half of cold beer within reach. Crystal ball spinning... [+]
Facebook, inbox (private messaging) of Chris Stabler.
Conversation begun Tuesday 14/01/2014
Tracy Lucas, 15.06
Hi Chris! I haven’t been on Facebook very long. And I’ve found ... [+]
As I go down the alleyway that looks onto their home, I catch sight of the two old people with their backs to me. They are sitting shrivelled before a fire which warms the only room on the ground ... [+]
For as far back as she could remember, Marguerite had always liked taking baths that were too hot in huge enamelled cast iron bath tubs.
Schoolteacher Georges Senlis, her husband, sometimes ... [+]
I saw you this morning, from the back, with your light stripy jumper and your over-sized jeans, your willowy walk and your white headphones. Your artfully ruffled black hair. I imagined your face,... [+]