I went to the rooftop bar for a drink and a Phoenix sunset. I didn’t expect to mistake a red-painted room for the elevator. I didn’t expect the breeze to bite through my shirt. And I certainly didn’t expect her.
She sat alone, with hair the color of fire and a smile that defied the rules of distance. When she said her name, the evening shifted. Her name was Anais — and for a moment, time forgot how to move forward.
Read MoreJe suis monté au 13ᵉ étage pour regarder le ciel. Je ne m’attendais pas à tomber sur elle. Une femme seule, aux cheveux rouges, un sourire plus chaud que le cuivre de mon verre. Elle s’appelait Anaïs. Ce soir-là, entre la brise, le silence, et la lumière dans ses yeux, j’ai compris que certains instants ne demandent rien, si ce n’est d’être vécus — lentement, intensément.
Read MoreFREEVE is a short story by Billy Pierre. It is about his trip in Canada and his meeting with his twin cousins.
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