Category Archives: Observing Brussels

Trickster On A Terrace

The sun keeps appearing and disappearing behind fast moving clouds that quickly change their shape. It is a spring afternoon in a neighbourhood where people do not worry about money. (Which does not mean they do not worry, obviously. Their … Continue reading

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Dear George (3/3)

Photo courtesy of Penboutique.com Once she was living in the reality of her transformed relationship with her deceased husband, Patricia’s awareness and appreciation of what she had hitherto referred to as only a ‘physical’ world, expanded like a delicate flower-bud … Continue reading

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Dear George (2/3)

Artwork: Enrique Cropper Such was the immediacy of Patricia’s internal dialogue with her dead husband, there were even times of the day when a semblance of normality appeared in relation to his physical absence. “Besides,” Patricia had often jibed, “he … Continue reading

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Dear George (1/3)

Photo courtesy of Cambridge-news.co.uk The day after George’s funeral was the hardest day of all. Patricia had been in a daze for over a fortnight. From that sudden realisation, when Lucija, George’s colleague, had urgently called her that evening to … Continue reading

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El gato de Serengeti

Svetlana debe de tener mi edad. Es rusa, fortachona y muy distinta de la rubia despampanante de su retrato en WhatsApp, donde se la ve joven, muy maquillada, con el pelo suelto y parece una diosa. Hace años que vive … Continue reading

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