And We Slipped Away
[Editor's note: This rare example of ambidextrous, automatic writing was recovered from a séance conducted by Mlle Renée-Sophie Dumont at a private residence in Beauvais on 14 Aug 1931. Mlle Dumont produced the document while entranced, and wrote simultaneously with a pen in each hand. The original text is in English, a language that the young lady does not speak.]
| I raised my weapon. I centered my aim. I pulled the trigger. |
I didn't hear the shot
| and I didn't feel the pain, but I knew I'd been hit. I staggered forward one step, maybe two, and then fell | ||
| face first onto the ground. It was a perfectly placed head wound, and I knew that he was dead. |
I did not regret
| anything I'd done, but I wanted to hold her one last time. | ||
| I was not sorry. | If only I could tell her | |
| Everything would be different now. | I wouldn't have changed anything. |
My eyes fell upon
| the bloodly red remnants of his shattered skull. | a patch of brilliant sunlight on the dewy green grass. |
That sight would stay with me for the rest of my life,
| horrible | so beautiful | |
| but I had no regrets. | no regrets. |
I heard footsteps approaching rapidly
| so I turned towards the shadows | but my eyelids grew heavy | |
| and I slipped away | and I slipped away |
into the dark.
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