The world in 50 words
10H44 - jeudi 25 septembre 2014

Ebola

 

“Touch me,” said the child to the man from Mars. From behind his plastic visor, the man looked into the bright watery eyes. He regarded the gross glove on his hand. “Touch me, I’m going,” the voice squeaked. The man reached to unclasp the thick heavy glove. But he stopped.

September 25, 2014

PARIS 7/1

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

Seed

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

Cuba, December 2014

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

Child Soldiers

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

Hindsight

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...

The Fall

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

Reunion…

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

« Le Suicide français » ?

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

Morocco Dance

The world in 50 words is a maverick, a flash saga, a fugitive amongst forms, but when light breaks, the face is clear. The intrigue of a short story, the seed of a novel, the taste of poetry, the pimento of haiku – There … think that...
Will van der Walt

It’s raining again

“Ah, mother,” he said downcast, “two months ago, at the protests in Hong Kong, Mei and I overnighted in a sleeping-bag and now she’s expecting.”  His mother smiled warmly.  “Ah, my child,…