"Anaïs reaches her limit, and discovers new boundaries."
The lamp illuminates my desk, yet it is dark in my heart.Pascal betrayed my love of romance and abused my good nature. It hurts to be a fool. Is this what life is like now? Are all the good men...
"Everyone has their limits."
Twenty-one out of twenty, and I grin, sipping my cognac.I write down eighteen. Lisette needs guidance, not hubris. Her wilfulness works against her intelligence.Is this how I should spend Saturday evening? Through the tall windows, dusk deepens into night, and...
"I need to share my secret, Camille is relying on me."
When a snowflake falls, there is beauty and tragedy; each is unique until it melts on the pavement. Wearing white and misty grey shrouds, black skeletal trees form a guard of honour. The blizzard mutes all noise as a mark...
"Sunday, and the weekend concludes with a reckoning for all of them."
His mother was sick, and it was Antoine’s fault.Waiting for his father, the harsh perfumes of antiseptic and detergent hung in the air. The noticeboards patronised him, and a restless energy gnawed at his tired body. Fidgeting to get comfortable,...
"It is Saturday Night, and for all of them, life will never be the same again."
Drifting through the air, a muted jazz singer lamented the loss of her lover. Alone in the dining room, Antoine sat back in his chair, beguiled by the monochrome photographic print of Madame Bonheur. As the centrepiece on a wall,...
"Six different people, one weekend, and by Sunday, there will only be one outcome."
“Hello, Antoine.” Breathless and barely a whisper, Brigitte perched on his desk.The rasp of the keyboard did not waver.Easing forward, displaying her tanned cleavage, she toyed with a lock of her chestnut hair. He paused, peered at his handwritten notes,...
"There is no responsibility when you can blame something else"
Who cares if I am eclectic in taste and eccentric in personality? Not me.It is cooler today, steam swirls from my coffee, and the teaspoon rests. Opaque, dark, and shiny, the bubbles spin, mesmerising my aimless mind.Savouring its smoky bitterness,...
"For Angelique, the omission of the truth is still a lie"
She calls beige… oatmeal, and our walls are beige. Maribel Deschamps preens herself, and I pretend not to notice. Her bangles, thin slivers of gold, silver and platinum, tinkle when she adjusts her flowing locks. I know when a woman...
"Giselle is Christophe's chaperone for his first visit to Paris, and another first of a different kind."
Picking at the remnants of my Salad Nicoise, Christophe sips his beer and tries not to grimace.“Maman does not let me drink alcohol.”I grin, “I am not your mother. Besides, you are seventeen. That is old enough.”He needs the social...
"And on our wedding anniversary too..."
I followed the sound of gasps and knew I would not be disappointed. The brass handle to the room was cold to the touch; I was grateful it opened without a creak but silently against the noisy pleasure that widened...