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Rose part 7 / Gilles 7ème partie

Rose part 7 Rose was feeling better since she had made the decision of going to her son's. All of a sudden, there was no rush anymore. Her son's place, and Philip with it, was not going to disappear within half an hour, after all, she joked inwardly....

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Rose part 6 / Gilles 6ème partie

Rose part 6 After he hung up, Rose stayed standing beside her bed, with the phone receiver at the ear, barely hearing the beep beep that had ended the conversation so abruptly. Her body was shaking. Her heart was clenching painfully. She put the phone...

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Rose part 5 / Gilles 5ème partie

Rose part 5 When she hung up with Barbara, she felt calm enough to manage to fall asleep. She even fell into a deep slumber quickly, and her night was better and more restful than nights had been in a long time. Until a persistent ring ring wormed its...

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Rose part 4 / Gilles 4ème partie

Rose part 4 The next morning at 9am, she called. And then again at 11am, 12pm, 1pm, and every half hour after that until 9pm. She didn't leave a message every time, but left enough of them to make her son feel guilty whenever he was going to pick them...

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Rose part 3 / Gilles 3ème partie

Rose part 3 A day had passed. Rose had to remind herself. He is a good boy. Barbara is right. Philip cares about me. He wouldn't just disappear on me. He is just busy. Maybe he got a job, that would be great. She felt like her heart jumped a bit with...

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Rose part 2 / Gilles 2ème partie

Rose part 2 The meeting with Father Cleary was a waste of time, she decided. Those old women just kept talking for the sake of talking, forgetting completely the agenda, and getting side tracked into personal matters. Those crones took everything so lightly....

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Rose part 1 / Gilles 1ère partie

Rose part 1 It was 6:30am when Rose woke up as usual. She stretched carefully in bed, then in one movement pushed the covers away and jumped out of bed. She had a lot to do that day. As diligently as an ant, she hurried to the bathroom, brushed her teeth...

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Encore le. Silence. Again.

I am longing for silence. Emptiness. Nothingness. I am looking for silence. Actively. Passively. Not answering. Not speaking. Wondering Could I have Silence In my head? Escaping speech, thoughts, words Beyond the words What is there? Images? Suffering?...

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Pause

The story about Philip was fun to write. I had no clue where it was going as I was writing it every day. Now I have ideas of what he could do next, in a year's time, or what not. It's fun. But I also noticed that I need a break now. New inspiration is...

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