Photo by Thiago Matos on Pexels.com "It's a matter of patience: there is light..." "I believe you, but it seems so far away, almost beyond the horizon." "Have faith. I am here, I will guide you." There is a pause. Outside the rain stops. He can only hear her calm breathing, sense her scent, a … Continue reading Tunnel
Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com After Winter, Spring will come. Remember: our ancestors knew of far worse times, starvation, wars, plague - the real one - when darkness came over the world. They resisted, often silent, always with hope in their heart. Don't lose hope: the seeds are there, there will be Spring, goodwill, … Continue reading Widerstand
"Another few hours and the sea will reach the beach: a small drop of time, the beat of an eyelid... Yet we have to wait, and even then we will not know much more, about us, about life, not even about death..." "My dear, you are philosophical this morning. I know how to cure this! … Continue reading Low Tide
I am now certain "they" are out there, and getting closer. Can their intentions be good? All day, unless I play, I hear muted shuffling noises, little sardonic giggles, low whistles. They are mocking me, taking advantage of my present confusion. The terrace may be swept clean for now, for how long? I could try … Continue reading Gnomes 2
What wakes me up at five every morning? Is it light? Unlikely. Is it a noise? Maybe, but then it is very faint. Is it a dream? Possible. But this morning I had another thought. Are "they" trying to tell me something? Are "they" telling me to go away? Have I disturbed them? Did they … Continue reading Gnomes
They have room, at least just enough to sleep, dine and read. Green is the garden, as the rain falls. They have time: to plan, to work, to love. They have plenty of memories, to edit, reshape, immortalise. They have books, some read, some to read, plenty of them. The furniture may be in pieces, … Continue reading Home #75Words
Six Sentence Story He would not botch this job, his pride was invested in this. In fact he was a perfectionnist. Obstacles, for him, were more reasons to do this well, to craft the work as was done in older times. I always saw him as the human being, capable, reflective, seeking improvements, around him … Continue reading Botch
Thursday photo prompt "It was written: now they are coming..." Her voice was calm, and her friend understood she was merely stating a fact. She too had thought of the omen in the last nights, as they both laid, enlaced, on the soft land, under the moon. They looked at each other, in silence. … Continue reading Clouded #writephoto
I wrote this back in 2014 as I was working on the beginning of the novel still titled “The Page”. This work carried on over the following five years, and should have been completed here in Berlin, but was not. Some 40,000 words later, it lays still, unfinished and unedited. Should I take another look? There are so many inconsistencies, and plenty of confusion about characters. In this post, one of them, the historian Gabrielle, who, at the time, was central to the story, accuses the author, and other character, Julian, of being an amiable fool, and a fraud. Indeed it felt like a personal accusation.
I then moved on to write “Viktoria Park”, inspired by Berlin, and events further East that are still unravelling today. “Francis’ story” should have followed but was abandoned quickly, as I found myself under increasing pressure from a variety of sources of inspiration. The bulk of my production has been, from then on, short stories, and even flash fiction. I am pondering now what my writing priorities should be.
J’ai donc choisi ces colonnes pour m’exprimer, plutôt que le blogue de notre auteur. Ce n’est pas que je me méfie de cet homme charmant, mais, ici, je me sens plus libre. Mais, d’abord, permettez-moi de me présenter.
Je m’appelle Gabrielle, qui est le nom qui, je crois, autant qu’on puisse s’assurer d’une ressemblance à telles distances, est le plus proche de mon vrai nom, dans une langue encore peu parlée dans votre monde. Je suis historienne, enfin, l’une de plusieurs spécialistes, dans cette partie de votre galaxie. Mon secteur particulier, ou, comme il est peut-être plus précis, mon intérêt propre, c’est l’histoire du vingtième siècle. À ce titre je suis restée dans votre voisinage, disons, pendant quelques années. Mais, me direz-vous, pourquoi ne pas nous dire les faits tels quels sont? Eh bien voilà: je suis arrivée chez vous un peu avant la guerre de 1870 entre la France…
View original post 622 more words
Thursday photo prompt As they prepared to leave and go home - a long way away - they started fantasising... There would be an island, a secret garden, a view over the old church, new colours and space for dreaming and loving. Perhaps even a shortcut to the lake from their porch? They would … Continue reading Fantasy #writephoto