I've written this poem/story for the 100 stories under 100 word challenge by ErynPotter at HPFC.
I used the prompt Message as a theme.
I hope someone will notice the hidden message.
Word count: 82
He woke up. He was alone, the room was dark and the bed was messy. On the bedside table was a note:
Do you really need to go?
You might ask.
Not for another hour, I must answer.
See, I cannot tell you the truth.
It will hurt you.
We, maybe, we're not reality.
Are we just a dream, Moony?
Just, only, nothing more, nothing less, than a dream.
Fooling the world we're living in.
Ourselves, oh, we will hurt ourselves.
Padfoot