Guardian Angel

This is the translation of a short story written in French, in a bit under two hours, from the single-word prompt “dreams”. The air’s hot. Camille’s already in bed, but she can’t sleep. Mum has allowed her to read a […]

Breakaways

This text is the (translated) result of the (French-language) EcritHebdo challenge from June 17th, 2020, which was to write based on this image. The reptiles had chosen the slow, collective option. In their early times, they had played a lot […]

THE BENEFACTOR

This text, written by Albert Aribaud <albert.aribaud@free.fr> was published in 1996 in issue 11 of the French fanzine Dragon et Microchips by l’Oeil du Sphinx and is reproduced here by kind permission from Philippe Marlin, of l’OdS, as (slightly) edited […]

The youth

This text was written based on the June 10, 2020 #EcritHebdo (“weekly writing”) challenge to write a text starting with “Hé ! Les jeunes” (“Hey! The youth”). This was done in just 15 minutes from concept to publishing. Hey ! […]

Ave Fortuna

(French version originally published on May 30th, 2010; reproduced and translated here on June 6th, 2018, fixing a link dead since.) Yesterday, May 29th 2010, I was at the Toulouse Zénith. Not in the audience this time, but as a […]

Empathy

This text, written by Albert Aribaud <albert.aribaud@free.fr>, proofread in French on the (late) Atelier de Création Littéraire, is published under Creative Commons by-nc-nd (attribution, no commercial usage, no modification) license; for any use incompatible with this license, contact the author. The attribution constraint implies keeping this paragraph just before or just after the text title. The text may be reproduced in any file format as long as it does not contain any digital rights management mechanism.

I am sitting at the terrace of the café, savoring the fact, firstly that there still are some cafés left with a terrace to sit at, and secondly that this one is close enough that I can stop there from time to time on my way to work.

My coffee (decaffeinated, for health reasons) is kindly waiting for me to finish drinking it, while I read my morning paper and wait for for a lab colleague whose arrival I check for with a quick glance after each news item.

As I cast one of these glances, I notice the individual stationed on the pavement across the street. Stationed is the word : he is staring at me, unmoving among the passers-by. His gaze crosses mine, and that is, I am sure, what sets him in motion toward me […]