And now, our new annual competition has completed. Again, the success was the appointment because we broke a new record of candidates. Must say that staffing batch was particularly exceptional this year.
Let us use the three new who have been rewarded by many voters ... while rereading the other directly on the forum: http://communist.forumpro.fr/forum.htm Why sulk our fun, huh, why?
The 2nd place was won brilliantly by Gigi Meroni. Enjoy!
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT LIFE I almost
Another day, another week ...
Amanda was the first arrival, once again, in this small branch of a large French bank. She dutifully opened the doors, put his pack Office in motion. She peered
eyes the door, Marc pending.
The latter made its entry into the agency at 8:58, like every day for a good twenty years. Amanda, despite his status as trainee, fully aware of the routine of his boss. Without doubt he had listened The End of The Doors or hummed "full of broken thoughts I cannot repair" of cash by a few tens of kilometers between the fifteenth aarrondissement Joinville. Marc
the bowed low. Despite its austere appearance voluntarily, a very thick beard and dark hair, rigid with its thick, Mark could be polite when the situation demanded, and he knew his attitude oh often cold could be difficult to live for others.
The coffee was the morning meeting place. Marc made the effort to answer questions, unfortunately commonplace, Amandine and hold a conversation. He would have loved about the film he saw last night at the Cinema de Minuit, his happiness to have so small eyes because Kurosawa was worth a few hours of sleep. But he let the discussion did not reveal his disappointment, she seemed already so feverish in his presence.
Then everyone went back to his office. "We did as usual. It's Monday morning, he let go.
Amanda smiled and understood that the morning would be charged. He closed the office door by pressing his free hand on top of the door, to accompany the movement of his right hand with the handle.
He took a file at random, who knew how to be desired with his orange jacket. Daniel Vincent. Marc seemed wary but two names had already earned him best trips so why not. He looked all the same statements that client, requires dedication. The various savings plans associated with this record, the shares sold, bought ...
The moment came. Choose which month? It is important month. A season. It offers different perspectives. Harvests, festivals, skirts, scarves, dead leaves, sunsets ...
Go for January. A quick glance at the statement of accounts offered him the assurance of happy hours to come.
January 1: $ 60 withdrawn from Salt Lake. Mark had already gone so many times in the United States on the occasion of his Monday morning. Salt Lake, Utah. $ 60 day of Christmas Eve. Enough to pay for a motel room, no doubt. Maybe he would have ended the night with one of these beautiful American he would have dredged from a friend, entrepreneur who left France for the American dream.
January 4: $ 85 - pass to the Sundance Festival. Following the trip enchanted. Sundance, her daughter had often spoken. Not that there was but it followed closely the annual festival of new crop protester. And Marc, himself, from the top of its 53 years, had the chance to be there. Cross Robert Redford. Rub that makes the world's youth more inventive in terms of film. Marc laughed with the Uruguayan, who believed he had reinvented the cinema crossing stories through multiple encounters. Mark just reminded him that Jarmusch or Scola did it before him. But what most marked our traveler, was the great consideration that received when he said he was French. "Ah, the New Wave." Young people have not even passed the 30 spring, he spoke of Doinel, Ronet. It seemed incredible that such an abyss may exist between these young people learned, curious, and poor Amanda who twirled his pen with two fingers, which shows a lot of dexterity though.
11 January: 120 € Zara in Paris.
January 12: 45 € in a flower shop in the Ardennes. A funeral probably. We do not move in the Ardennes on a Thursday to buy flowers. Marc loved little funerals but that was part of the game, he thought. We must accept travel with everything in it: it could have been one of his commandments Monday morning. He hoped it was a distant ancestor enough or old enough and decided for a grandfather. Marc imagined the old peasant house, the masquerade is playing under his eyes with an old man, sturdy as a Michel Simon, celebrated as it ever was during his lifetime. Marc took the party to go to walk along a pond adjacent to the village. It reminded him of his ancestors, to him. And he reflects, turning around in his chair Ikea, all he had lost 30 years ago with the disappearance of his grandparents. Much more than people, a universe of fragrances.
21 January: 152 € round trip to Athens. Mark had dreamed to see the Parthenon and never any of its customers took it to do. Marc silently thanked Daniel. He thought that Greece had taken and what it forced. Marc lived alone now for fifteen years but was once married. He even had a girl whose name does not regret today that reminded him. Ocean, it should have in 22 years. Party at its 18th year to find love in Hellenic land. Since then, Mark had not seen a few letters each year, much more. And then Daniel offered him this reunion on a platter. Monastiraki, was the name of his neighborhood.
A phone call put a stop to these dreams of our solitary walker. He thought at first reprimand Amanda, but he knew that if she had missed the call was urgent.
"Yes.
- Roch. He wants you to talk on the field.
- Well, pass me the ... Then Mr. Roch, how are you? "
He had received a newsletter stating the conditions of particular interest for a loan and thought that these conditions had not been offered by Marc when it came to a loan for the new Alfa Romeo the previous week.
Back in Greece. Monastiraki. Exit the subway. Mark saw the stadium of Panathinaikos in front of him, small steep streets and a market right to left. He lingered on the market tasted ouzo, souvlaki and other Greek foods with pleasure. Suddenly, it seemed she was there. About twenty yards, maybe a little darker than 4 years ago. Always his slender line. Marc narrows his stride. 10 meters before impact. She had not seen him and never left her eyes. Then a young man, a kind of Adonis, a young Moustaki took her daughter by the hips. Soon followed by a little guy trudging down from its few tens of months. Smiles on the faces of the three protagonists of the scene in which Mark was the only spectator. He felt too, and closed the file that Daniel Vincente.
After a few minutes he opened the door to his office and came to ask Amanda if everything was fine. It was touched by the attention and asked if everything had gone well during his journey. Marc did not know why he had explained his routine Monday morning at Amanda but after all, it mattered little. He answered beautifully by a synthetic, "I think for a moment, I came close to life. "
Amanda did not know how to answer this sentence, expecting probably not distributed. Another garnish their morning coffee came. Amanda felt her boss closer than a few hours earlier. This put the radio and heard a few moments "If I Could Start Again a million miles away, I Would Find a Way."
Both smiled. Amanda then went out the list of appointments for the week of Marc ...