Uncle Marcel

Sitting by the fire, Marcel lets the warmth slowly comfort his aching muscles and bones, and smiles softly as he notices Badass the cat, whose gentle purrs and sighs indicate he is dreaming his feline dreams on his master’s lap.

Marcel dreams...

All is well in this corner of the bistro, which he bought to secure his retirement days, and had invited his nephew Sword to run it – a “DJ”, which, he says, is apparently a profession…  Marcel frowns slightly at the thought. Well, at least now the boy has a decent job! As he looks at the fire, some fragments of his past seem to slowly emerge…images of Brest, his birthplace, that seem to materialize in the flickering flames, as if a sorcerer had cast his magic potions, revealing faces and places from long ago….

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