So this was it. Paris was the last time I saw Rashid.Well, not the very last time. You know that.On Sunday after our night at Moulin Arc-en-Ciel, Rashid comes with me to Charles de Gaulle Airport, where I board my plane back to New Orleans, before he returns to the city to catch the Eurostar … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (15)
The loud clunk stops my heart. I carefully put my backpack down on the desk chair and bend to pick up my phone. Please, don't be... but of course, it is. A thin spiderweb of cracks runs across the screen, starting from the corner where it hit first and fanning outward. I run a finger … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (9)
The morning sun tickles my nostrils and makes me sneeze. Before I open my eyes, I realise how cold and empty my bed is. It was noticeably more crowded when I last closed my eyes. Which had been a few hours after Rashid and I made each other "feel nice". I smile into my pillow. … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (2)
There's a reason why you won't find the name Franklin Dupree on a trophy for Father of the Year. Probably more like a dozen reasons. All of them scars on my body. When I answer the phone down at Moonwalk Riverfront Park and hear the voice of Bastian Mutters, I'm not very surprised. Bas works … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (8)
Daughter of Gallifrey 