A Reader
Even if we feel lost, we can always find the way in the present moment…
The Writing Brussels Group
Invites you to listen to
their stories:
“Lost in Brussels”
Librebook
Chaussée de Wavre 128
1050 Brussels
Thursday, 15th June at 18.30
Günther Reiß is not a man of great hesitation. If he has to make a decision, he does it and bears with the consequences. Usually, he is convinced, there are not many consequences anyway.
« C’est vraiment ça que tu comptes mettre ? » Justine n’en revenait pas de voir Pauline habillée ainsi. Son amie arborait un pull au décolleté plus qu’audacieux, noir et très près du corps. Son style vestimentaire habituel n’était pas ce qu’on pourrait qualifier de sobre mais là, c’était vraiment exagéré.
« Si je veux réussir mon examen chez Claes, je dois m’habiller sexy, » expliqua Pauline.
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Photo: Courtesy to Lucia and Viki 🙂
Not much was visible of the man on the platform: a hat pulled down to his nose, eyes downcast on the device he was holding in both hands, wrinkled grey coat, o-shaped legs. Still, she recognized him. Her husband Hubert. He had on that impossible t-shirt with a message across the chest: OBEY NO RULES!
He did not see her, she was on the train coming from the direction of the town of Mechelen, two rails across the platform. It was an early evening and Anne was returning from her regular Wednesday mission of baby-sitting her twin grandsons. She almost shouted to Hubert through the closed window and refrained from doing so with quite an effort. Her peace of mind was lost. Why was Hubert standing on the North Station platform when he was supposed to be in his office in Nivelles good forty kilometres from there? She would no doubt ask him the question, when he comes home. Continue reading
(Photo credits by Jonathan Eden-Drummond)
“No puede ser Miguel porque Miguel se murió,” te dices mientras pasas a través del hueco que dejan, al abrirse, las puertas automáticas del metro. Más allá del individuo que lo suscitó —un hombre que pasaba las barreras en sentido contrario—, te da risa la aparición de ese pensamiento. Pero, en lugar de descartarlo, como a algo sin importancia, te quedas con él. Lo dejas flotando en tu mente hasta que surgen las muchas veces en que ese tipo de pensamiento te sucede. Cosas como “No puede ser Cristina o Flavia o Ale, porque no están en Bruselas”. No están. Tampoco Miguel está. Estar o no estar, esa es la cuestión.
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