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Grise Cerise Elle est grise, Cerise ! Elle dont le nom pourtant est si rouge. Grise comme un vieux fruit au milieu d’un panier, trop longtemps délaissé (et à présent c’est sûr, on n’en mangera plus).Grise Cerise2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Elle est seule dans son lit, Cerise, le matin au lever, dans sa petite chambre, dans sa petite rue. Elle a cassé sa cafetière, aussi ; mais ça fait bien longtemps qu’elle ne reçoit plus personne, quelle importance pour elle de n’avoir plus le bol. Une tasse à café, voilà qui est bien assez ; et un verre de fumée, pour petit déjeune
Serendipity ch. 1 Hands still wrapped around the now lukewarm cup of coffee; (which had ceased to lift it's steam into the air of the cafe), the white-blonde man tapped the toe of his black business shoes. His grey-green eyes were alert, and focused on his watch, which could be seen now that the long sleeve of his shirt had been slid up, exposing his pale wrist. But, everything about this curious man seemed pale; especially now; his gaze was overcast with worry, and the back of his neck prickled with beads of sweat; which couldn't be seen, but felt by himself.Serendipity ch. 12 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Another coffee, sir?" The waiter asked, spraying the counter with a squirt bottle, making the air
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