photo illustration: window of the shop ROSE in Brussels, Ixelles, with a cool touch of feminine playfulness
Angela was walking to the medical centre where she worked as a receptionist for several doctors and practitioners; taking calls, making appointments, calling people back to confirm, soothing the patients in distress and gulping and processing lots of emotions in general.
It was a fine summer morning; the world bearing a newness, old news wiped partially by the night slumber. With a corner of her eye, she spotted a rusty creature pacing along a block of houses, a gracious movement on four legs, lean, long tail, pointed ears. A fox. A young one. She looked relaxed and alert at the same time, as if on an important errand. Intuitively, the animal avoided Angela´s trajectory and continued along the avenue leading to a forest where she probably was born and had her home. Strange, the forest was still a good kilometre away, Angela thought, wishing the animal a safe journey. Road-killed animals always saddened her, filling the heart with a seeping despair.
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Hilda appartenait officiellement à la race des chihuahuas mais elle n’était pas un chien comme les autres. On dit que les chiens laids sont gentils. C’est d’ailleurs pareil pour les hommes qui compensent souvent leurs défauts physiques par un comportement excessivement aimable.
À Ludmila
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