Monday, October 5, 2009


The wind whistled through the open sides of the building. Bare girders limned with mosslike insulation stood sentinel along the outer edges. The floor was a checkerboard of concrete squares and open spaces.

“Forward now.”

“Step by step.”

“Just as we told you.”

“I’m afraid,” said Annalise.

”Do not fear.”

“We have told you how.”

“You must do as we say, quickly.”

“But I’m almost to the edge,” Annalise said. “What do I do when I get there?”

”Keep walking, child.”

“One foot in front of the other.”

“Then you will fly.”

“Then you will fly free, with us, forever.”


Loren Eaton said...


Scattercat said...

Shh! You're ruining the curriculum!