All Chapters of Anemones: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Matthew turned out to be his support in this difficult time, whom he brought to the editorial office the next day after visiting Nicolas. It turned out that Williams, as usual, was right.He wrote quite well. He is a disciplined, well-organized young man, who in no way resembles a disobedient, constantly disturbing student, sitting at the very end of the room on the last bench.Despite the huge age difference, they found a common language almost immediately. On Matthew’s first day of work, he voluntarily stayed with him until midnight to catch up.In fact, it was Michael who was catching up, and Matthew kept him awake over the keyboard, searched for information whenever possible, followed agency services, and looked at public relations materials.Michael was grateful to him for his presence and help, because if it weren't for him, he would probably have fallen asleep in his armchair, tired and so would have been found by dawn.Besides, it was

Michael went back to the kitchen. He finished the rest of the biscuits and emptied the cup of his almost cold coffee. He turned on the radio and tuned into his favorite station. He didn’t mind the macabre, sacrilegious act of violence and media he was hearing about.The world is beautiful even with all the omnipresent evil, rascals, tragedies, wars and death. Life is wonderful as long as we can see it's good sides, not just the negative. ‘I live! I woke up! A new day is ahead of me! This is the most important thing!’He got into the car in a good mood. He drove calmly, like he wasn’t bothered by the traffic jam, the rain or the driver who stopped at the orange light just in front of him, instead of stepping on the gas pedal and crossing the intersection as fast as possible.Yes, he felt like sounding the horn, but stopped himself. Anyway, he arrived at work much earlier than usual. He parked the car in the empty parking lot at this time.

Michael felt guilty that he had criticized the airports’ parking publicly a few years ago, when it was being built. At the time, he believed that such a juggernaut was not needed for such a small airport, and building a terrible-looking structure would destroy the aesthetics of not only this unrepresentative place, but also the immediate vicinity. He tried to remember why he had spoken out on the matter. He wasn’t a competent person, neither was he an architect nor an urban planner. So why did he put his penny in this debate? Well, he couldn't remember the reason anymore. He often meddled with his own affairs. He must have written about something in the pages of ‘Man’. Anyway, who left his car for a few days in the parking lot a few years ago? Certainly not him. Did he make a mistake? Shouldn't he leave his car here? Yes, but what would he do with it? Looking at the scratched walls, he began weighing up the pros and cons of the place. He just hoped that no on

The flight attendant led him to the armchairs just behind the kitchen back room to pick a seat. There was not much choice.He sat down facing the direction of flight in hope that he will be able to observe what is happening in the cockpit. He expected that the crew wouldn't shut the door up in front of him.As soon as the flight attendant left, he immediately reached under the chair. He found a container with a life vest. He looked up nervously for the oxygen mask. There was a sign saying that if the pressure in the cabin changed, the hood would automatically open. Knowing where they were, made him feel a little calmer.Once again, he studied the inscriptions explaining how to behave in different dangerous situations.The jet began to taxi to the runway. Michael had no point left of return now. The plane stopped for a moment. However, he knew that the pilot was waiting for permission from the control tower to take off. The engines grew louder.He s

After passport control, Michael moved to the arrivals hall and looked around for Alice. She was late. It was not her style though. He thought about giving her a call, but maybe she was stuck somewhere in a traffic jam or had trouble parking the car so it would disturb her. Hence, he decided against it.He must have gone foolish, barely stepped off the plane, and already worried that she wasn’t at the airport. Maybe she was waiting for him at the other end of the arrivals hall. From what he remembered, the Nice airport is quite large.He decided to wait but in the distance he noticed a large sign with his name on it, so he walked over. He saw a tall, nice-looking young man who, with his white skin, blue eyes and pale blond hair, didn’t resemble an inhabitant of the Mediterranean coast, but a Scandinavian, or possibly a Slav.Michael came to France, so it was appropriate to speak French, but his mind was completely blank. He hadn't used that language i