Libertines Stories

She is the moon’s limp flower in plain jeans and a jumper. The flash of arclight startles her, and the fluorescent lighting that extends to infinity, flickers and goes out. Mathilde is scared of the dark. The bleak illumination returns, and quietly relieved, she sits amongst the gun-metal grey on a plastic seat. She rubs her gritty eyes, and the train snakes, rocking her. This is no lullaby because her boyfriend sleeps in...

“Noémie is already there?” I sigh. “I know I am late again. My boss...” “You were not expecting her?” My boyfriend sounds peeved. I must venture through the park to the Metro, “We met for lunch last week, and…” “Café Les Deux Magots, it is not important. This was meant as a…” “Put it on speaker, I want to talk to her.” “Coucou!” “Noémie! You know what to do.” “Of course!” “Fuck my boyfriend.” I laugh; Christophe is incred...