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Now, here is the instant novel, set in three minutes, I dedicate S., my brave knight anticapitalist:
The Marriage Of Pixel
by Marie-Georges Deep
The smoking chimneys of a fog enveloped Paris artificial, and made coughing S.. The latter smiled, without knowing why, he met an old lady. He crossed the zoo, and strangely smiling lion who watched a sad eye. Faster than it would have thought, he found himself at the door.
He immediately rang. A few seconds passed. The temples of S. beat. As one opens, it rang again. But nothing happened. He knocked, rang the bell, knocked, rang again and again ... then he decided wait.
He waited an hour. Then two. After three hours, desperate, he arose, and having struck one last time, turned and walked away. But no sooner had he started a sound lock attracted his attention. He turned round and saw Marie-Georges on the doorstep.
- I ... excuse me, "she said. I'm sorry, I ... I ...
- You're so myopic, cut it S..
- Come in, "said Marie-Georges.
S. followed her to the lounge.
- Sit down, "said Marie-Georges.
He sank into a chair and heaved a sigh of relief. A silence ensued. Then Marie-George, who looked at him, threw softly
- So? Do not you kiss me?
S. smiles.
- I take pleasure, "he said.
Then he added:
- Approach ... Marie-Georges
complied, and S. placed a kiss on his lips silently. Then another. Still.
- I ...
But she did not have time to finish his sentence, or even the start, since S. gratified that both the long and tender kiss. When it was over, Marie-George smiled.
- It is you who kiss, best of all my lovers, "she said.
- Small Wanton, S. laughs.
Once again, S. uttered the three magic words.
- I love you.
But this time, it sounded otherwise. It was more beautiful. It was more strong.
- It's been two months ... two months since we met ... two months since the lightning struck me ... and you're the only person I ever loved.
- Oh ... it's true?
- Yes, yes.
- My Heart ... what you say is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. You are also anti-capitalist inside and outside.
S. blushed. It felt good. In the distance, an elephant was screaming. Nearby, his heart beat. There spent the day ... here, everything was stopped.
- Poppet ... Marie-Georges ...
But he could not continue. Once again, their lips met again. They almost delirious as fever won the ... they were on top of a tree, trying to climb outdoors. Near them, Eugène Pottier sang''The International''by looking at them. As if struck by a thunderbolt, S. fascinated barely had time to see in a flash, as in a painting by Nicolas Poussin, Georges-Marie reincarnated into a mermaid ... Foam curly, tousled waves, sky bathed in clouds that are the moon winking, lip commissures pearly shells, coral enameled smile white, milky voice and topless starfish .. all disappeared when S. opened his eyes.
- Marie-George ...
- Yes ...?
- Marie-George ... will you marry me? ...
- Yes ... she said softly.
All night they stood embracing, talking, or kissing.
- I've already talked about Anthony? Asked S..
- No.
- He once told me that I could never seduce anyone, even a lunatic.
- Do not buy this kind of nonsense ... how could he tell it to you, who are so ... smart!
- You do not know. His stupidity is beyond belief.
- I believe you!
Then they promised to love forever and eternity began for them.
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