Category Archives: Gaelle

Behind the curtain

Posted on 19/11/2020 by gaelle6

Diana had grown so sick of these cabaret nights. During the spring wave of the pandemic, the clandestine bar had been a safe harbour where lost souls came in search of a discreet encounter, whispering over a glass of bourbon … Continue reading →

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The Kid

Posted on 27/05/2020 by writingbrussels

N°476, not far to go now. Diana was walking fast along the avenue de la Couronne, a grey artery running between the neighbourhoods of Ixelles and Etterbeek in Brussels. She was not a city girl. She had a house in … Continue reading →

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It could have been you

Posted on 24/03/2020 by gaelle6

Charlotte and Jeffrey had been together for a lifetime. After a while, their friends had become part of one big melting pot and no one could really remember who was friends with whom first. They had various groups that they … Continue reading →

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Points of view

Posted on 12/11/2019 by writingbrussels

Irene lived in a house on the outskirts of the Walloon village of Tweedledum. She took pride in saying that she was the village’s first but also last inhabitant because her house was the final one on the road that … Continue reading →

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I will be with you again

Posted on 13/05/2019 by writingbrussels

« All is quiet on New Year’s Day A world in white gets underway I want to be with you Be with you night and day Nothing changes on New Year’s Day …On New Year’s Day » Danny was singing while he … Continue reading →

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