PETITE BLANCHE 
SHORT FICTION

"Far away, the director glances at his stubborn, helplessly romantic double: he looks confidently in Love, and foolish, like James a year ago. Staring at him, it is like peeping through a broken mirror whose reflection is no more than a stranger.

Shaking his head, the director looks down: it's over. Leaving the pier, he fades out."

James Game

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