Red Lucy -v0.9- -lefrench- -

I left Paris the next morning. But sometimes, late at night, when my screen is dark and the city is quiet, I see a flicker of red in the corner of my eye. And I hear a whisper—French, soft, amused:

Darkness.

He threaded the ancient projector. The bulb flickered, caught, and threw a blood-red beam against a stained bedsheet he used as a screen. Red Lucy -v0.9- -LeFrench-

FINIS?