Mon tout premier texte écrit en anglais. Ce n'est pas vraiment génial mais je suis assez heureuse de ce premier essai !
It was very late that evening. The night was very dark and there was just the light of the street lamp and of the diner. It was a cold night, a very cold night. I didn’t feel like going home alone. I came in the cafeteria at the corner of the street. The heat of the diner surprised me. I was alone. Alone with my melancholy and my dreams. I thought about her, about the days spent together hand in hand. I loved her but she left me. This funeral day was rainy. She left me without saying anything. Her departure was a terrible thing for me and an atrocious pain. Now, I am still waiting for when she gets back but she never comes back. I was interrupted by the appearance of a couple in the diner. The man and his wife seemed to be bored. I would have liked to know why. I imagined a lot of stories about them. The woman woh had a red dress on, maybe, argued with her boyfriend about uninteresting things like the colour of the wallpaper or the shopping of a new bed or a new sofa. They were quiet and the woman looked at her nails with a lot of attention while her husband seemed thoughful. Finally, I decided to leave the cafeteria. I paid for my Irish coffee and I left the diner.
I walked alone in the street in the shadow of the night.
Sujet: A night in the diner 
Mer 21 Nov - 21:21
