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Bonjour Tristesse.
Moody. Very moody. I liked the overall theme but Cecile doesn't treat the reader to much detail. I accept it's a short story but if I'm honest, I would have liked the minutiae. It felt like reading a draft outline.

A certain smile

I would think about his name until after a while I could see the word as a shape, a vessel, and I would watch him liquefy and flow into it like cold molasses flowing out of the darkness into the vessel, until the jar stood full and motionless: a significant shape profoundly without life like an empty door frame; and then I would find that I had forgotten the name of the jar.

The Lord put roads for travelling: why He laid them down flat on the earth. When He aims for something to be always a-moving, He makes it long ways, like a road or a horse or a wagon, but when He aims for something to stay put, He makes it up-and- down ways, like a tree or a man.
Because if He'd a aimed for man to be always a-moving and going somewheres else, wouldn't He a put him longways on his belly, like a snake?