From now on, you'll be able to look at cemeteries in a whole new light...
AT THE END OF AN ALLEY An alley? no trees? no one? Just the breath of a spring breeze and the crackle of red pebbles caused by the wheel of Constable Floyd's wheelchair. A single obsession for this middle-aged man? Reaching the end of the alley. There he is, alone in the center of this red ribbon, the center line of a place of memories? a cemetery. Have you ever noticed how the simple act of visiting a place like this arouses a certain curiosity? You look at the graves, the names, the dates, even the photos, and you find yourself imagining the lives of these strangers. Through the eyes of agent Floyd, we follow the story of this family, but also those of each of the people resting on the edge of this alley. Each family has a story to tell, a memory to leave behind. The pyramids have secrets, our cemeteries have lives to reveal. So there are several possible series...family secrets are sometimes hard to face. In the end, Agent Floyd, reaching Le Bout de l'Allée, stops in front of the last grave. It's that of little Francis, and his story is probably the most touching. >>I'm looking for the right people to develop the concept to its conclusion<<
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