Dust clings to the attic air. Faint bulb flickers. Heart hammers. I pry open the box. Journal stares back. Untouched. Or so it seems. Fingers tremble. Pages flip. Words ignite fire. Rayan’s voice echoes first. That deep, accented growl. Phone…
Soft light floods the painter’s atelier through the huge skylight. No harsh sun, just a golden glow. Walls vanish under canvases—finished portraits, half-done scenes, blank stretches. Center stage: a podium. Empty easel faces it. Table holds an ivory-cane, brushes, paints,…
Drizzle slicks the world outside my isolated house. Greenery hugs the walls, garden wild under gray skies. No summer swim today. I spot them on bikes at the crossroads—Rémi and Alexandre, hearts pounding. I wave. Kisses exchanged. ‘Can’t swim. Come…
Atlantic coast. Naturist domain. Bungalow whispers secrets near crashing waves. Daytime lawyer mask cracks. I step off the bus. Tiny yellow dress hugs my curves. No bra. Barely a thong. Bob waits in his cautious shorts. I laugh. Rip the…
Small medieval town. Ancient castle looms across the street. Charming hotel restaurant buzzes. Saturday night. I’m Mona. Average height. Fiery red hair. Green eyes. Curvy. Daytime lawyer. Nighttime beast. Alone at a table for two. Entrecote divine. Fries in moon…
July heat suffocates the city. My dining room glows dim. Naked. Skinny frame drips sweat. 38 kilos. Pale ghost. Teacher by day—strict, invisible. Night? I shatter the mask. No curtains. Fuck privacy. CD-ROM slides in. Porn blasts TV. Sofa hits…
Véronique Squillace rises at dawn. Endless summer heat clings. Black transparent robe hugs her curves. She savors breakfast, flashbacks to burial, Quentin’s naive blackmail. She pitied him, fulfilled his fantasy. Mid-morning call. Her yesterday’s crush demands his phone. She leaves…
Bangkok’s humid night clings to my skin like a lover’s sweat. Dark alley behind the hotel. Three Thai punks surround me. Amateurs. Fists fly. I drop the first into the canal with a knee to the gut. Second gets my…
Deep in the Canadian wilderness. Our fixed camp. Sun filters through ancient pines. Ruisseau gurgles nearby. Léna and Louise buzz around. I feel it building. Days of teasing massages at every cascade. Their hands on my skin. Creme sliding over…
August night. Shooting stars streak the sky. Hilltop perch. Me and my man. Blankets spread. Sleeping bags unzipped. We hike the dark trail. Find flat ground. Lie close. Hands clasped. Gaze at infinity. Whisper wishes. A meteor trails fire. His…