Joanne Delachair

In the drowsy air of a late-night bistro, a few lonely souls linger. A man reminisces about cars, speed, sensations from his past. But, he must leave. The bar is closing.

Dora turns 16. Strangely, for some time now, she has been eating like an ogre and locking herself with her friends for long hours around a strange thing, stirring up her mother’s sick curiosity.

In the drowsy air of a late-night bistro, a few lonely souls linger. A man reminisces about cars, speed, sensations from his past. But, he must leave. The bar is closing.

In the drowsy air of a late-night bistro, a few lonely souls linger. A man reminisces about cars, speed, sensations from his past. But, he must leave. The bar is closing.

Dora turns 16. Strangely, for some time now, she has been eating like an ogre and locking herself with her friends for long hours around a strange thing, stirring up her mother’s sick curiosity.