François: A 60 word story

Une moustache qui disait au monde qu’il était Français

Je suis joueur. De cartes, de basket, de boules. De tout.

Il lève son doigt pour articuler un point de vue; qu’il y avait toujours

La porte ouverte au monde

Ne me quitte pas, disait Brel.

Une cigarette à la bouche, un Ricard sur la table et les cartes dans la main

On est fermé.

One could tell by his moustache that he was French.

I’m a gambler and a gamer and I play everything. Cards. Basketball. Pétanque.

He would raise his finger when he had a point to make; which was always.

A door open to the world

Brel sang: Ne me quitte pas, please don’t leave.

A cigarette hanging off his lip, a glass of Ricard on ice and a high set of cards

We’re closed.

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