The Duplex

The summer in New York was particularly hot and muggy that year. I was exhausted visiting apartments. The kids were with their grand-parents in France, John was in Dubai and would soon join me. We wanted to buy property in the US. The plan was for me to see as many places as possible before … More The Duplex

She

It was late when you came home from the office, weary and tired. I was pottering around, some music playing in the background. Through the kitchen window, I could see snowflakes twirling down in the dark and silently piling up on the ground. Everything was quiet. You sat down and handed me a letter. “She … More She

The War Between Us

My latest short story, dedicated to my own grand-father. Pour toi, Henri. The young man in full uniform staring at me from the black and white photo is handsome. I have turned the pages of this family album dozens of times. I have looked at those photos again and again but have never really thought … More The War Between Us