Category Archives: On the tip of my tongue

It could have been you

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

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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Sur le bout de la langue

Tout d’abord, j’ai remarqué une jambe. Un spécimen magnifique, longiligne, vêtu d’un bas noir. Ce sont des choses que je remarque. Depuis que je vis à Bruxelles, j’en ai vues de toutes sortes. Des jambes rondelettes, plutôt pudiques, avec un … Continue reading

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