Category Archives: The Stories of Brussels Trees

Tree 7. Un moment d’inattention

Posted on 02/12/2016 by writingbrussels

J’ai dû chercher trois fois ce matin, avant de les trouver. Pourtant, la veille, elles étaient à leur endroit habituel. Je ne les change jamais de place, sinon je risque d’oublier où je les ai mises. On me reproche souvent … Continue reading →

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Tree 6. L’arbre qui ne voulait pas mourir

Posted on 25/11/2016 by Yves

Trop vieux, trop laid, mal aligné… L’arbre est condamné, il doit partir. Hein, quoi ? Non, mais ça ne va pas la tête ! Me dire ça, à moi ! Mais j’ai plus de cent ans, mon bon monsieur, et cette ville est … Continue reading →

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11. Trees, fallen leaves and memories

Posted on 19/11/2016 by markrowancropper

The rebinding of the roof of their dwelling thus complete, the members of the community  gathered in a circle to bring to mind the effort they had all just made together that day. They stood for a few moments, reflecting … Continue reading →

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Tree 4. Collar de perro

Posted on 11/11/2016 by calev2

Era un fastidio tener que empezar el colegio cuando hacía tan buen tiempo. El sol le calentaba la cabeza igual que el casco que mamá le obligaba a ponerse cuando iba en bicicleta. La mochila le pesaba y botaba sobre … Continue reading →

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Tree 3. What’s best for you.

Posted on 04/11/2016 by gaelle6

“Right, you hold it here and I’ll go around it.” “I can’t see where your hand is, it’s too dark. Why don’t we do this during the day?” “You know why, we have to be discreet. It’s our own private … Continue reading →

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