Je viens d’un temps où la parole était un don des dieux.

 




Gallant Sands


Published in 2005 by the Ministry of the French Speaking Community of Belgium, The General Service for Arts and Books, in the framework of arts promotion

Synopsis
On a beach in the small hours a young female jogger is seized upon by a widow suffering from solitude. Caught like a fish hook, line and sinker, Julie finds herself led in the blink of an eye to question her own emotional life. And Juliette amuses herself in placing the place the grain of sand exactly where it should go.
Dense and sharp, this well chilled theatrical aperitif invites you to let go your imaginations.

Extract
Julie You weren't happy with your husband.
Juliette You, at any rate, you are not happy.
Julie Me? But of course. I'm perfectly happy.
Juliette Is it the happiness that is making you so anxious? Don't tell me you aren't jumpy. You are shaking from your cap down to your trainers!
Julie It's true, I am a bit anxious. I've just had an argument with Julien.
Juliette Your boyfriend ? About what ?
Julie Nothing. Foolish things.
Juliette Have you split up ?
Julie We just had an argument.
Juliette You haven't split up and you are giving yourself an air of freedom! You are easily satisfied.
Julie All couples argue. There's nothing to make a drama out of.