When Olivier opened his hands in this mysterious clearing, where the branches of the thousand-year-old trees intertwined so that the sunlight filtered only in thin silvery streams,…

It all started on an ordinary, grey day that smelled of rain. I had only entered this shop to buy two or three things, without suspecting anything….

Oliver Hayes hadn’t seen the outside world in years. Time had faded away, reduced to a series of identical days, heavy and featureless. But deep down, only…

We went home. On the road, I looked at him in the rearview mirror. He was sitting on the bench, the suitcase beside him, his muzzle resting…

Sara began to tell her story. She explained how, five years earlier, when she was going through a deep crisis – she had lost her job, her…

It was afternoon. The cars had lined up on the bridge, one behind the other, a banal traffic jam that no one really paid attention to anymore….