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Alright. I feel like I really need to explain my whim of the day which consists in posting a short story in English here. It’s not the first time, it probably won’t be the last. But why, why AGAIN, you tell yourself, does the girl publish a short story about two inventors? Let me explain the context. You have to imagine a Christmas party with very much noise. Between lunch and diner, the noise is still there, but people are playing games. Instead of listening to them, I take a moment for myself, a pen and my faithful notebook. And I write. I like the little thing I wrote that day, and I thought it would be nice to share it. I think this story could be a good beginning for something longer. But let’s be honest: it’s been five years since I published my first novel, and it seems I’m only interested in writing articles and plays now. And other texts involving lots of dialogues. (That probably explains why the following story is mostly… a dialogue. Well.) I don’t think there ever will be a sequel to this.

Let me introduce you a lady – who is also an inventor -, and a gentleman – who is also an inventor. This is their first meeting, and it probably won’t be the last. This is not a romance. And yes, there is a picture of Sir Thomas Sharpe illustrating this because why not? He’s an inventor too. He goes to parties too.

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“Alright lady, the night is almost done and our invention is going to change the world. Good work.”

The lady in a green dress put one hand on the door handle, the other on her waist. She couldn’t stay any longer amongst the crowd in the room. Too many guests, far too much noise. She needed an instant for herself before being forced to come back. She went out and found herself alone in the hall.

“Is there something wrong, miss?”

The gentleman behind her apparently had the same idea as her. She looked at him: elegant, but not excessively, with a pretty face strange enough to remain interesting.

“Terribly wrong”, she answered. She was almost irritated.

At first he chose to be gentle.

“I’m sorry. I cannot let a lady alone anyway, if you don’t mind a conversation.”

“If you think you’re qualified for this, then yes.”

Then he decided to be himself. A crooked smile appeared on his face:

“You’re bored.”

“Just as bored as you.”

“What would you like to do?”

“To learn. To produce. To invent. To get some help. Not being forced to return in this room, ever.”

“I’m an inventor. I’m the very reason why all this respectable people assembled.”

“ But you don’t party with them.”

“Too many people, too much noise. But you.”

“But me?”

“You are very interesting. Show me what’s in your purse, if you please.”

She smiled and plunged her hand in the little purse she was carrying. It was a little piece of paper and she handed it to the gentleman. He opened it. His eyes narrowed.

“This is truly beautiful.”

“I know. But I don’t have any mean to…”

“It can be perfected. Follow me.”

He crossed the hall and entered a room in front of the one they had left. Inside were a desk, maps, paper and ink.

“I don’t think the guests will mind if we borrow this place tonight.”

He looked at her.

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.”

“We need more light.”

He lit two more lamps and shut the door behind the lady and him.

“And now. If you’re not worried about the fact that every single one guest present in the ballroom will think we’re lovers at this exact moment, I’ll be glad to help you perfecting your invention tonight. And to make it real. What do you say, miss?”

“I say the pleasure is all mine.”


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