Category Archives: Observing Brussels

Natura naturans (1/3) – Shattered into pieces

Posted on 05/07/2020 by markrowancropper

Artwork by Enrique Cropper The fifth week of COVID confinement had just begun and Belgium was in lockdown. It was a fine April evening and George sat looking out from the terrace, towards his favourite part of the garden, where … Continue reading →

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The Kid

Posted on 27/05/2020 by gaelle6

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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Back to Go

Posted on 15/03/2020 by Katarina

The beginning of September. The magical white page time. Lou-Anne puts on a pair of pale jeans, a bottle-green tunic, and white sandals. She clips little silver half-moon earrings and with a sweep of a hand organizes the dark mane … Continue reading →

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My Land is your Land

Posted on 09/12/2019 by markrowancropper

Artwork by Enrique Cropper “I first heard the story of George’s grandfather, Frank, in the summer of 1990, at one of his famous garden barbecues” je racontais, déjà regrettant de m’être porté volontaire pour faire, en anglais, un speech ‘d’un … Continue reading →

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