129 readings 1min

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 ... [+]

47 readings 5min

Speed dating

Abelys, ago

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.
Three,... [+]

139 readings 1min


Doum, ago

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 ... [+]

140 readings 3min

“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 ... [+]

945 readings 1min

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... [+]

1931 readings 3min

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 ... [+]

37 readings 5min

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 ... [+]

2564 readings 3min

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,... [+]

1539 readings 3min
Virginie Ronteix


Virginie Ronteix, ago

Since September, every 07.23 has been the same. First, the dull sound of an engine, then the headlights piercing the dark. The bus slows, then stops. The doors open in front of ... [+]

1230 readings 5min
Didier Lemoine


Didier Lemoine, ago

From my window above the town, I can just glimpse the front door of Izia’s house. The front of the house is yellow like a very ripe lemon. I can’t see her sweet little face from here, but I ... [+]

1852 readings 3min
Sylvie Loy

The Wait

Sylvie Loy, ago

I was young. Between a child and an adolescent. The innocence of my feelings was fighting with romantic ambition. I was in love with her. She knew it and played on it. Inevitably. Long, languorous... [+]

1523 readings 3min

Party time

Abelys, ago

“Honey flavoured?”

You’ve got eyes the colour of honey. Your hair is honey coloured. Not blonde, not red, nor chestnut but honey!
Your pale face has a scattering of freckles that ... [+]

71 readings 5min

Long Letter

Paulbrandor, ago

It had taken a very long time for Jérôme to receive the letter from Aline… Six months longer than he had expected. Six months with some highs and many lows.

Aline and Jérôme had met... [+]

27 readings 1min

In the Riga crowds, the wide eyes of a little girl fixed on my own. I went up to her, exhausted, and sat on the bench that backed onto hers. The music was deafening, it was starting to rain. All ... [+]