Original drabble

[narcasse]

"I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living"

- Herbert Kretzmer "Les Misérables"



Faceless

Disclaimer: Original fiction this time.

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"Don’t you ever get tired?"
"Tired? Have you been reading those novels again?"
A smile.
"Why don’t the old ones throw themselves into the fire..."
"No, not that. Why don’t you... sleep?"
"Because there’s nothing left to lose?"
A curious look.
"Sleep when you’re dead."
"And now?"
"I died a very long time ago."
"Then now..."
"Now I take the chances that life couldn’t give. I live the dreams I couldn’t dare before."
"Is that alright?"
"Ah, yes. It’s more than alright."
"But..."
"Stop trying to give me a face, boy. I don’t need one."
"No, I suppose you don’t."

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