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Philip Part 4 Philip felt the cold gain his back and he shivered. He stayed on the bench though, with his face in his hands, for what felt like an eternity. He felt the sun come up, and then disappear behind clouds. He felt how it started to drizzle....

Philip Part 3 He shook himself up and came back to the present moment. He took a sip of the coffee, that had gone lukewarm in the meantime already. What was he going to do. He thought about his options for the day. It was still really early. He could...

Philip Part 2 When the coffee was ready he got up, poured himself a mug, added a hint of milk and a couple of sugars, and sat down again. He stared at his "I'm a nurse I need coffee" mug. He remembered how he had bought it for his wife, before she left...

Philip woke up early. He checked his watch, and was amazed to find that it was only 5:30am. He tossed and turned a few moments in bed, trying to get back to sleep, but to no avail. He was awake and that was it. His eyes were wide open, without any of...

Today I am shifting my perspective about writing. It's been a month and a half now that I have decided to take 3 months to write. So far it's been hard. I haven't managed to discipline myself to just write. I could write on my blog every day easily, but...

Easter over Still tons of chocolate to finish Hips expanding Lilacs blooming I look around I love Spring The fresh smell in the air The light blue sky on fine days The cool nights and warmer days And flowers Blooms Colors As if Nature Had pulled up From...

He opened the freezer, looking for ice. He rummaged through bags of peas, a chicken, ice cream and bread, and finally found the ice cube tray. With a relieved sigh, he pulled the tray out, closed the door, and pushed two ice cubes into a wide glass. He...

He had never thought about it before. But now that the concept had entered his mind, he felt more and more that it was logical. Everything was falling into place! It was the link he had been missing to understand all of his wife's actions in the past...

Working Writing Neighbors shouting Windows and doors open Dogs barking Are they in my place? I put the music up They protest I can't even believe it Headphones on Working on Yet I could Murder someone Il fait beau La ville est en effervescence Un samedi...

I look at him sitting across the table. He is different. Another gender, another skin color, another way of dressing. Other interests, another way of looking at the world. It used to scare me. Upset me even. Now I quite like it. I like the way his freckled...