Beau Soir: Chaotic

So once upon a time my bestfriend, Christa, and I wrote some stories and I thought it would be nice to relive our writings here. 

Written by: Me

Present Day

RING RING!
Cat reached for the ringing device, opened her little eyes to peek the caller ID.
Shoot! The boss! She cleared her throat, trying her best to sound professionally awake.

“Morning Samantha!” Goodness me that was awful!
“What? No! I’m making myself coffee right now, be out in 15 minutes.” Lie lie!
“Yes I will bring today’s presentations and yes I have called the clients for this afternoon meeting.”

No need for reminders boss, I’ve been doing this for two years now!

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Midnight Cycling

Nantes, 2012

I don’t remember the exact date, or month for that matter, but I do remember that it was one of those daylight saving time days, you know when the clock goes forward an hour. So it must’ve been about March-ish. I don’t even have a picture of the event, but I can still remember it. All I need is to press that “play” button in my brain and the memories would come rushing back.

Beau Soir: Prolog

So once upon a time my bestfriend, Christa, and I wrote some stories and I thought it would be nice to relive our writings here. 

Written by: Christa

Seven years ago…

It was the last day of spring and the airport was extraordinarily packed, bustling with people anxiously waiting for their flights. Among the crowd was a young woman, her eyes lost in the blue sky displayed from the glass windows. The sky was so clear, with almost no clouds concealing its glorious azure. She witnessed as one particular plane soared off towards that very same sky, further and further away until her eyes could no longer see it.