Posted by: camerapicture February 2, 2012
Short story < 50 words
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I heard someone calling my name.
Tired and agitated of proving myself the sufferance of dilusion, I decide to turn back to the loud and clear chanting of my name.

I see YOU. Running towards me , smiling and calling me.
My whole body shivered, my knees went weak, the symptoms of my dilusion hovered around me.

But wait, why did you stop.

Two feet ahead of me, he holds a little baby girl,  kisses her on the forehead and walks by me greeting , "Bon Matin! Madamosille "
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