Good bye Lucy

This is an odd story I wrote before becoming a writer. I was studying in France and I was strongly involved in political activism. I eventually came to the point where I had to choose between continuing my career and getting into the higher ranks of the hierarchy or staying faithful to my convictions. I despised the world I was studying to get into but on the other hand I was scared to end up poor like my parents and struggle at the end of every month. I made this dream while sleeping next to my girlfriend. I remember waking up sweating like hell. The story my mind told me that night was strangely precise and, I believe, was linked to what was going on in my life at the time. If you would like it to be categorised, I believe it is a political fable but I am not sure. I also believe this text needs no other introduction than its founding story. It is very short and I hope you like it.