It was an old wagon, composed of compartments. Every piece of metal or glass had been replaced by wood, plastic gave away for impressive and iridescent pieces of fabric. Since when was the floor covered with carpet? As a first reaction I looked through...
I had never been among these people which are afraid of missing an appointment, who look out of billboards to be ensured that a flash strike wouldn’t mess up their plans — or a passager accident, or even a bomb attack. I wasn’t like them, yet I liked...
In the public library hall, Cassie approached the reception desk and exchanged a few words with the employee. She presented her student card and a document testifying her permission to access the archives. As the librarian picked up her phone I crossed...
Loan sheets were sometimes so old they nearly fell into dust when I touched them. However I had the chance to find more recent entries on some cards. Several time I saw the name of my friend on the lists and each time my heart missed a beat. Cassie may...
« Finding this book, studying it but before all do not borrow it, answered Cassie. - This way we might cross each other for sure… » I pressed the piece of paper I had in my pocket. Cassie seemed more and more worried. « I swear that if you point me now...
« And you laughed at me when I showed you this so-called imaginary alphabet ? said Cassie raising an eyebrow. - This is a simple line of code ! I found it in my coat this morning. - Do you think it’s from Hannah ? - Totally impossible. This is a winter...
This time I dared to formulate a comment. « I think we are a bit too lucky. Or at least that you are a bit too lucky. - What are you suggesting ? I could turn the question around and ask you why decoding Hannah’s messages seems that easy for you. - This...
The girl also frizzed. « Who are you for tracking someone in the Mythology department ? » I opened my mouth to answer but she interrupted me. « Do you know Hannah Reeves ? » She had taken a significant risk, I saw it. Aiming to earn her truth I had to...
How can we trust someone which only let a couple of sentences as a testimony ? « I’m in Bolivia for the next six months, civic service. » You perfectly knew that I’m an anxious person, but that I wouldn’t get you back. You’ve always been free as a bird....
« Tu n’es pas un petit rien ! Tu n’es pas invisible ! » Hannah expliquait pourtant la situation d’une voix envoutante, mais je m’emportai. « Tu nous a guidé jusqu'ici. Arrête de dire que tu es invisible, tu as changé ma vie, tu m’as ouvert les yeux. Peu...
« La première question qui vous vient, est ‘comment tout cela est-il possible’ n’est-ce pas ? » dit Mme Andreas sans détacher son regard de l’azur. « Il y a pourtant une explication très simple. » Nous ne sommes faits ni de chair ni de sang. L’air ne...
We wanted to remain discret but the pealing of a bell signaled immediately our presence. Oddly nobody was here to make us welcome. We had both circular gaze to the room bathed into a gold light. It might be a kind of bric-a-brac or maybe this sort of...
« I believe I heard a steam engine whistling. » I was drawn from my thoughts by Cassie’s sentence and I almost believed her before seeing her mocking face. « I guess this train will lead us where it wants. - Are you staying calm this time ? I asked. -...
« I can’t believe it ! This shop seems alike one century ago! » I said consulting the current view of the street. Cassie was quaking, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. « It moved ! - What ? » I grasped the photograph without fit the gloves and took...
Cassie pulled on the white gloves kept for the consultation of precious document and gently got out the little batch holding the number « 74.3 ». « They are pictures of the city ! » marveled Cassie looking at the keys. I observed it as well. I knew these...
I repeated this sequence loudly and copied it on a paper. Cassie shifted away from the bookcase she was scrutinizing. « Have you found something ? - I think so… » In a gesture I got my laptop out of my bag and checked the university library catalog. Deception....
The Fates, the Moirai, the Parcae. Three merciless sisters reigning over human lives. Clotho, the younger (or the less faded) draws a thread for our birth. Lachesis measures it with her rod, while Atropos the eldest cuts it and chooses the manner a person...
Quickly we knew that we were looking for the same person, who didn’t stop escaping. « Her cover wasn’t that efficient, I said. Her flight didn’t exist. - She didn’t give me any information about were she was supposed to go, answered Cassie. However I...
« If it’s not part of any curriculum, I can ask you the same questions, she replied as coldly. I’m leading my own researches. That’s… personal. - Me too, I said more kindly but still as suspicious. I’m quite good in Mythology, I can help you if you want....
They were all there, before my eyes, frozen in a distant era, window to the time. All these places about which Hannah told me at least once, where I hoped to find her back. They symbolized to which extend I had changed. Never before I would have called...
Because I remained without flinching she pilled up the works and started to replace them on shelfs. « What are you doing ? I lost my temper. I did't ever have time to list their topics. - I think that the Fates’ myth is the only one which matters. This...
I squinted, trying to figure the text upside down or in a mirror but it remained as impenetrable for me as the rest of the notebook. « I’m sorry, it’s impossible. I’ve never seen this alphabet. » Cassie was even more chocked than me. A chill ran down...
Un papillon passa sous mon nez. Un magnifique insecte bleu irisé. Nous n’étions plus en ville. Jamais une cour intérieure n’aurait pu contenir une aussi grande étendue verte. C’était le printemps, un brise tiède soufflait au sommet de la colline. Et nous...
In this library wing, the floor is covered by a thick and luxurious carpeting which garanties the discretion of whom treads upon it. At that moment, I was intensively concentrated on inspecting an ancien book. My fingers trusted the binding made of leather,...
Merci de nous avoir fait vivre le temps de cette histoire ! Après que Mme Andreas ait énoncé la vérité à Chris et Cassie, tous sont retournés à la boutique. Cassie et Chris ont poursuivi leur chemin, ne brisant jamais le lien que leur amie avait tissé...
