The Night Line

On a line, a boy not older than eight years, of a bright round face and a mane of thick black hair balances some twenty meters above the ground under a circus dome. He is walking, jumping and turning, supported by thin, almost invisible safety ropes. The night of the spectacle everything will be in place, but the ropes not. The hall beneath will be full of people. Anna knows the boy is a character of her favourite fantasy novel, The Night Circus, she is carrying the novel in her heart even in sleep, its velvety darkness, its silvery light. In the novel, the boy has a name, and he has a twin sister, right now, in her dream, she cannot not remember the name of either of them. Never mind, he is here to tell her everything is just right. Even if it does not seem so, everything is so very right. As if to prove that, his dark-haired head bounces again, he performs another loop, his eyes glisten as he lands safely on the line and gets steady. He is marching the line surely, and even when he sometimes loses the balance, he uses the strong back and core and arm muscles to swish himself back, and the ropes are there, in any case, but will not be – the night of the show. He is communicating without words, though initially, they were the words of the novel that created him for her. Everything will be fine, even if she, Anna, never gathers the courage to walk out of this house… Continue reading

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Ella/She

Illustration by Enrique Cropper

En línea, con el teléfono móvil, hablaban. Su voz le pareció alegre y despreocupada. Le contaba que hacía frío, que debía abrigarse en aquella ciudad enorme cuyos cielos grises y carreteras atestadas de coches, todavía no habían conseguido apagar su entusiasmo para vivir su nueva vida.

Le explicó que se había comprado un impermeable nuevo para no mojarse cuando iba a pie al trabajo, de color verde manzana. Una colega la había acompañado a la tienda y después se habían ido a comer juntas un plato de pasta en un restaurante italiano.

La voz continuaba contándole su día a día, sujeta milagrosamente a esa línea de teléfono que los unía sin interrupciones ni sobresaltos. Un hilo dorado resplandeciente de amor que parecía irrompible. No era tan iluso como para creer que eso duraría siempre, pero cerró los ojos apreciando cada segundo, permitiendo que esa voz le descansara el alma durante el poco tiempo que duraba la llamada. Continue reading

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Rendez-vous derrière les lignes

« Cette fois-ci c’est la bonne, j’en suis sûr ! , se répétait John, comme pour conjurer le sort. Ces rencontres en ligne me font vraiment du bien, maintenant ça va marcher. »

Ses dures années de célibat lui semblaient bientôt derrière lui. Il avait très rapidement flashé sur le profil d’une belle inconnue. Une de plus, peut-être. Ou peut-être pas, car celle-ci était vraiment différente, en tout cas il le croyait avec fermeté.

Quelques mots échangés chacun derrière l’écran, et voilà déjà le premier rendez-vous promis. Tout s’est passé très vite, peut-être même trop vite. Car c’est le moment de tous les dangers, celui où il faudra quitter l’écran et se dévoiler en chair et en os. Et se présenter sous son plus beau jour.

John voulut mettre tous les atouts de son côté. Continue reading

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Slipping through your fingers…

So be it…she would do it online. Caroline’s weakened condition stopped her from leaving the house but being secluded like this was really getting to her. Her night-time angst was getting worse and she even had panic attacks in the daytime now. She’d managed to put up a brave front for a while but things had gotten so bad, she’d ended up confiding in her friend Paul. He had a great repertoire of therapists, most of which he had already contacted for himself. “This one” he said “is quite outstanding. And she works with Skype if you can’t go to her”. This was exactly what Caroline needed: getting her mind fixed from the comfort of her very own home.

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Outlaws on(the)line – Our next home reading

Sunday 17 March at 3:30 p.m.
Writingbrussels is back with more stories: Outlaws, online encounters and more.

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