Thank you for having brought us alive during this story. After Mrs Andreas revealed the truth to Chris and Cassie, everyone came back to the boutique. Cassie and Chris decided to continue on their ways, never breaking the link their friends had weaved...
Cassie hold back the picture from my hands and slipped it in her pocket. « But… - I’m just borrowing it, she said resolutely. We have certainly to go there. Do you need some other signs yelling « Go to this shop !!! » ? I kept quiet to signify that I...
« Hannah… She refuses to consider our objectives as simple suggestible puppets, said Mrs Andreas the same way she would have explained undercurrent subtleties of an uncommon religion. - Oh, it doesn’t prevent us to be so. » Cassie interrupted yet without...
Here, we are called the Weavers. Or modern Fates if you prefer. Our profession is changing people lives. There are thousands of times in a life, or even in a day, when we miss our hypothetic destinies. Nobody can manage it, there is no purpose to time...
Hannah slowly putted down her cardboard and jumped over the railing to hold us into her arms immediately. « Oh, you came… I’m so happy… » she said giving us a big hug both in the same time. None of us dared to move, everything was happening too fast....
It was a really old lady, enough venerable to be one of the Fates. Hopefully she was far less frightening. Cassie greeted the shop owner by nodding both politely and shyly. Suddenly we eared some tramps in the stairs and a girl appeared ladening an enormous...
— Concourse, central station of our city. When I localized Bercqueuil lane on the map of public transport I realized that this street may have been placed in a way to be as far as possible to all means of locomotion. No-one may go there by chance. No...
« It takes me a long time to find a readable passage. Look at these incomprehensible characters ! Read it, thanks to this page I arrived here. » Cassie pointed an illegible extract, covered of unknown signs. I cringed : « I can’t read it ! It’s not English...
Every action, every mood, every thought, Constitutes a material of choice for weaving. Those who are aware of it, Those who can employ this art, Hold the key. Every action lengthily thought Will restore the right course of things. Those who are proposed...
A butterfly passed under my nose. A beautiful and iridescent blue insect. We weren’t in town anymore. Never a courtyard would be able to contain such a large green field. Here it was spring, we had left winter on the other side of the street. A lukewarm...
« Do you believe Hannah had a special purpose when she abandoned us like this ? I questioned. - What do you mean ? - I don’t know… But, Hannah seemed always playing a role. I know that’s stupid, but if she believed she was able to change destiny ? If...
She reflected for a while. « Hannah, she is like a meteor. She crossed over our lives for several months and she completely messed them up. We might be a bit lost before and we are still like that today. But we at least realized it. » I looked away. Outside...
I turned to Cassie who didn’t notice my head movement. To her lack of reaction, I understood she was like me. Her gaze was plunged into the contemplation of a boy himself fascinated by the pianist. Yes, considering it again he wasn’t that bad. He had...
« The first question which may came into your mind is ‘How is all this possible?’, isn’t it ? » said Mrs Andreas without looking away while she was faced to the sky vastness. « However there is a really simple explanation. » We are neither made of flesh...
« You’re not ‘a little thing’ ! You’re not invisible ! » Although Hannah was explaining the situation with a bewitching voice I lost my temper. « You’ve lead us until here. Please stop saying that you’re invisible. You changed my life, you opened my eyes....
« What does it mean ? asked Cassie who where reading over my shoulder. - Hannah is obsessed by choices. One time she stood in front of a vending machine for about fifteen minutes. ‘’ If I don’t know what I want right now, what would change inside me in...
It is really hard to find a place which is literally « in the middle of nowhere » inside a city. Nonetheless this expression fitted perfectly to Bercqueil lane. The numerous front windows with flaking paint indicated that this quarter had probably been...
« What does she talks about ? I asked with the hope to learn more about Hannah’s flight. - They are diverse considerations about the future, meetings, choices and other kinds of illusions » explained Cassie with a touch of cynicism. She passed me our...
We were already faced to strange events several times this day. As it happens the most disturbing was this passage between what could be logically explained and what which couldn’t. It was a quiet process like when you fall asleep. Our train was perfectly...
‘153 Bercqueuil lane, January 18, 1906’ I opened my laptop and lunched a quick research of this address, whilst explaining to Cassie what I knew. « Are you sure you know all the other places ? I know pretty well the city but everything changed so much…...
The second basement was fresh but better maintained than stock of friable books sheltered by the university. Maybe because there were no books. In fact in this small room there were only boxes made of old and used cardboard. The mention « 130.73.8 - 130.75.5...
« This is strange… said Cassie comparing the cards. The writing is sometimes really old, as it was noted with a quill. And the date is not readable. » Cassie examined the annoying stack of books. I hesitated for a second before sharing with her what I...
« We sometimes play dangerous games, explained Hannah. If you know too much about us some malfunction may happen. - Malfunction ? I said. - Like being able to read an unknown language ? kept going Cassie. - Like seeing a photograph bringing to life before...
« Actually, I’m looking for someone. » she declared point blank. Bang!, shock wave in my head. It was exactly the sentence I retained myself to pronounce to avoid being looked as a fool. Certainly, she wasn’t afraid by the judgment of others concerning...
I waited for about ten minutes — at least what I perceived to be ten minutes because I thought time might be deformed as well. No announcement had been diffused, we heard only the noise of wheels on rails and sun disappeared over the horizon. Gently,...
