Joanne Delachair

Lydia, a midwife very invested in her work, is in the middle of a breakup.

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.