Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 4 April 2018
There is a nice big park near my working place where I love go walking on my break when the weather allows it. In this park, there is a quaint little lodge, which according to what I read is quite old, just like the park itself (as in a few centuries old). Apparently, it is also inhabited, although I have never seen any sign of life in there. It is true that I cannot really spend too much time looking at it and not from too close, I wouldn't want to be mistaken for a peeper. But in any cayse, I like the look of the lodge, it would fit a whodunit, a horror story, or even (better) a fairy tale. It is one of these places that set my imagination on fire.