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I waited for about ten minutes — at least what I perceived to be ten minutes because I thought time might be deformed as well. No announcement had been diffused, we heard only the noise of wheels on rails and sun disappeared over the horizon. Gently,...
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« What does she talks about ? I asked with the hope to learn more about Hannah’s flight. - They are diverse considerations about the future, meetings, choices and other kinds of illusions » explained Cassie with a touch of cynicism. She passed me our...
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She reflected for a while. « Hannah, she is like a meteor. She crossed over our lives for several months and she completely messed them up. We might be a bit lost before and we are still like that today. But we at least realized it. » I looked away. Outside...
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« I believe I heard a steam engine whistling. » I was drawn from my thoughts by Cassie’s sentence and I almost believed her before seeing her mocking face. « I guess this train will lead us where it wants. - Are you staying calm this time ? I asked. -...
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It was an old wagon, composed of compartments. Every piece of metal or glass had been replaced by wood, plastic gave away for impressive and iridescent pieces of fabric. Since when was the floor covered with carpet? As a first reaction I looked through...
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We were already faced to strange events several times this day. As it happens the most disturbing was this passage between what could be logically explained and what which couldn’t. It was a quiet process like when you fall asleep. Our train was perfectly...
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I turned to Cassie who didn’t notice my head movement. To her lack of reaction, I understood she was like me. Her gaze was plunged into the contemplation of a boy himself fascinated by the pianist. Yes, considering it again he wasn’t that bad. He had...
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I had never been among these people which are afraid of missing an appointment, who look out of billboards to be ensured that a flash strike wouldn’t mess up their plans — or a passager accident, or even a bomb attack. I wasn’t like them, yet I liked...
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— Concourse, central station of our city. When I localized Bercqueuil lane on the map of public transport I realized that this street may have been placed in a way to be as far as possible to all means of locomotion. No-one may go there by chance. No...
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Cassie hold back the picture from my hands and slipped it in her pocket. « But… - I’m just borrowing it, she said resolutely. We have certainly to go there. Do you need some other signs yelling « Go to this shop !!! » ? I kept quiet to signify that I...
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