Big Lakes at dawn

Oui madame, said Pierre when leaving the mansion. Two dogs outside and a car waited for him. A 5km road with oak trees. It´s late, said the cat. After slamming the old door, the future was already in motion. Driving back to his own past was a key event. Clocks,numbers and hours. Seconds later or seconds sooner. One big confusion and the time-continuum would be broken. He has just kissed a sweet lip.

The clock spoke. It was the third time. In nature, pitch dark and a full moon. On one side an island, and in the other a lake. A melancholic awakening. One eye left his emptiness. No more existencial vacuum. A wise decision.

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