Napoleon Bonaparte, a tad tired of making difficult decisions and of thinking ingenious tactical thoughts, slightly pulls his hand out of its normal posture, takes off his uniform and meditates, bothered about its strange appearance.
It worries him, but he does not talk to anyone about it, that occasionally, well, rarely, in fact, he seems to be locked in a room with soft walls, surrounded by people in white.
These unknown people speak to him in an unknown language and make him swallow various-coloured little balls.
That concern, fortunately, does not last long, and Napoleon decisively returns to the glorious present, the creation of history and the great victories.
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A/N: Theme song: "Moody Blues: Nights in White Satin."
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
