<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Short Story on Maximilien Rothier Bautzer</title><link>https://maxbautzer.me/tags/short-story/</link><description>Recent content in Short Story on Maximilien Rothier Bautzer</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://maxbautzer.me/tags/short-story/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The insolent red dot</title><link>https://maxbautzer.me/post/insolent-red-dot/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://maxbautzer.me/post/insolent-red-dot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Like an arrow the little red plane pierced the clouds. He emerged on the other&#10;side, leaving behind him a trail of glittering droplets. The pilot smiled.&#10;Finally he was gazing upon the white fields of the world&amp;rsquo;s canopy. A feeling of&#10;peace overcame him, he finally felt unchained from the tiresome grip of the&#10;earth&amp;rsquo;s gravity. Here, above the clouds, the sky never darkened. It was either&#10;of the bluest blue or sprinkled with countless stars. Human matters faded away&#10;in this white desert. He was utterly, completely alone. And so he laughed in&#10;glee as the wind rushed around him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>