This mini-fiction was written without any planifications; I was just following the stream of my thoughts, which is very unlike me. This is why it is not organized, I guess that some chapters are a total mess. I did not even proofread it, simply because I want it to be authentic. Not modifying anything.
I've published a lot of books here, most of them in French. Each time, there's a part of me in my main character. A big or a small part. Sometimes it's inconscious and I realize it later on. They all look more or less like me. But I think this book is the most personal one. I cannot even explain why--not because I don't want to, but because I cannot put my finger on it.
There's hidden messages in it. Some of them are only understandable by one person, others are probably not even here on purpose. I guess it is open to interpretation. I'd like to hear about yours at the end. It is a very short books so I'll try to post as much as possible--it will probably be over on Sunday.
Thank you for reading if you decide to do it ♡
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