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The Afterlife of Henri Girard
My name is Henri Girard. I am a chef. Or should I say, I was a chef for the du Monde family at Montenero, their estate in Virginia. Now I have been dead a long time. Doomed to stay in the wine cellar of this estate during the daylight hours, every day since 1938、 I am what you might call a ghost. I will tell you my story. I began my training to be a chef at the side of my Grand-maman in the French countryside. We lived in a small village where we could obtain fresh fruits, vegetables and herbs easily. My Grand-maman raised me as my own mother had passed away when I was just 2 years. Father wo...
of dying: by the living, for the living
Sunaina swirled the spoon elegantly in her latte as she talked. The modestly sized diamond ring shone on the middle finger of her right hand as she did the motion and one of the bright cafeteria lights of the convention hit it. Immediately, the din of the chattering, laughing people muted around me. Sunaina’s diamond ring, her lustrous peacock-colored saree, perfectly arranged hair with the rich red lipstick, and beautifully manicured clean nails became the center of my attention.‘This is the secret to my peace, Amoli.’ Sunaina was saying as her voice gained more of my attention than the visua...
What's coming?
I leaned forward eagerly, watching the rain soaked male lead edge towards the girl, his lips- I frowned slightly, distracted from the ridiculous movie by even more ridiculous sounds. After a brief struggle to locate the remote, I switched off the show, shaken out of the romance by a strange set of noises. I frowned again, wondering if I'd actually heard something, or my inherited paranoia had finally caused me to snap. No, there it was again. I looked up at the ceiling and swore in annoyance. My little sister and her stupid friend, probably bullying someone on the internet. I sighed, looki...
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