Le Meilleur

Breakfast was usually taken outdoors in the garden next to the small birdbath. A small table was brought out and covered with a crisp, white tablecloth. Delicate china plates were set, coffee was poured into beautiful cups, and they began their day with a simple yet filling meal. And it was on one such morning…

La Guérison

His untucked shirt fluttered, breathed to life by the summer breeze, as he picked his way through the woods. His bare feet cushioned by the soft, emerald grass flowing between the roots of the towering oaks, he caught up to her, where she was crouched by the blackberry bushes Cook had shown them a couple…

Ensemble

Shirley, Rivalz, and Nina were a usually jovial bunch. Nina was the quietest of the three, but even she eventually peeked out of her shell with enough time in the company of her friends. But today they were silent as they set about dusting and cleaning the cottage so that it was presentable for their…

Être Une Femme

“She’s beautiful.” He beamed at his brother. Smiling, Julius shifted his weight in his seat. It was refreshing to see how free and open he was; especially since before the birth of his firstborn, he’d been increasingly depressed and anxious. But the delivery of the babe had passed with little trouble, and with it, the…

La Tristesse

“I must.” “Oh, please.” Quietly, she begged. Studying the hem of his white shirt, she fingered the soft cloth before glancing up at him. “Please don’t.” He smiled wistfully as he took her hands. Kneeling before her, he pressed his lips to them. “I wish for nothing more than to stay here, with you, but…

Envie

“Julius.” “Mother.” Bending down, he kissed his mother on the cheek before taking a seat beside the eldest of his younger siblings. Glancing up, Marie briefly smiled at her brother before returning her attention to her book; settling in, he watched as his father – the most powerful man in all the world, the monarch…

S’inquiéter

He was standing by the foot of the steps when the carriage arrived. Shifting his weight to his other leg, he unclasped his hands as he watched the horses slow so that, when the coach finally did come to a stop, he could open the door himself and help the lady down. She tightly held…

Les Retrouvailles

Shirley was glad for the dark of the evening as she curtsied. Stepping aside to let him pass through the side gate, she quietly followed behind him, the light of the candle bobbing up and down with every step. Just before they reached the ajar door of the estate, she reached out to touch his…

Le Conseil

But why am I so obsessed with parenthood?