Tag: colour

It was a world of absolutes. It held no intermediate shades, neither of sound nor of colour.
Will it have the anger to feed and to grow and to demand its needs?
Will it breathe when it is meant to breathe?
There is no time for mystery.
L’été revient et tous ses souvenirs.
Mais c’est une idée magnifique !
Malléable et entêtée.
Toi ? Comment es-tu ici ?
Vous êtes incroyable.
On peut être aussi attaché à des futilités qu’à autre chose.
Toujours aussi rosse.
He left right afterwards.
He wished, afterwards, that she had looked at him, appraised him.
The unpleasant part came when he woke up.
A haunting, beautiful dream.
He always had the same dream.
The river was redgold along the edges.
It’s the time of year.
What’s happened to you?
We might have been friends.
You’re all right.
Neither of them said anything.
Could I live here?
You’re drunk now.
The same song about lost loves and old hates.
He was gazing into a new and wonderful world.
Stay-up-all-night time and lie in bed half the next day.
No-work-in-the-morning time.
How the hell did we get here anyway?
Streets like the one she lived on were no accident.
I’m sorry to have taken your time.
He held it up and studied it, surprised.
He listened to the sound of her key turning in the lock.
And thinking about it that way, she was frightened by her own audacity.
I’m young and strong, there isn’t anything I can’t do.
There is a muscular tightness in his back and neck.
He is no stranger to self-pity.
He will stand here all day if he has to.
It all finishes here.
His bewilderment turned to alarm.
The collision of ideas and images.
He strode forward, as if trampling his doubts underfoot.
We’re going to make this thing happen.
I’m ready either way.
So many stories of lost and found.
I know it’s about what’s missing.
He was so inept-looking, so completely ill-equipped for the world around him.
Isn’t it nice of you to say so?
It’s time I joined the modern world.
Looks like spring might be thinking of coming!