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Wiam Lahlafi

THE WHITE SHAPE AND THE

BUTTERFLY

Very early in the morning, around three or four
o’clock, according to her memories, Mrs Evans had
suddenly risen. It was still dark. Instinctively,
something, she didn’t know whatpushed her to head
towards the glass door of her home. So, she went. She
was alone in the noiseless living room. She walked
towards this door, so normal and yet, which would
allow her to witness an extraordinary and very
mysterious thing

After grabbing the curtain to open it, she simply saw
her yard, which was nothing unusual. For the time
being, seemingly. Only, here it is, it finally happened.
A shape. A shape that stands out in the dark. A white
form. You are directly thinking of a ghost, right?
Maybe, nothing is certain. But the atmosphere, in any
case, had changed dramatically. This one was silent.
Everything was silent. As if someone had muted the
sound. The rest of the world was on a break. The rest,

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