Mary Benoist

Madame let go of my hand and died. As simple as that. I had been expecting it, but it came as a surprise in the end. At times, I had thought it wouldn’t happen, or not for a long time.
I ... [+]

Peter had gotten into the habit of going by the beach to reach Suzy’s house; it was quicker.
A little further on, behind the dunes, were a few houses. It was the one painted blue, with ... [+]

As usual, the 06.45 train was late. Aurora climbed up the high steps to the carriage and went to sit on the folding seat at the end, the one which faced away from all the other passengers. This was ... [+]

Pauline was finishing the washing-up after breakfast and watching with amusement the bullfinches and blue tits quarreling in the garden over the crumbs of bread she had just thrown out of the ... [+]

I have never liked the dawn and even less having to get up early; on the rare occasions when I have had to force myself to perform that ominous obligation I have felt real dread which resembled – ... [+]