Thousand: Three Hundred Eighty-Five

right from the tour office he would have gone there prepared. But no, he thought he was just going to pick up a brochure, flip through glossy photos of the sights on the road to hell, the flames and tortures of hell itself maybe, looking as attractive and enticing as only the monuments and unique cultural costumes of hell can look. Slutty bitches? Rapacious philanderers? Moping suicides. Liars, hypocrites. Use your imagination. The shoe doesn’t want to go on his foot. Then when it does there’s a pebble in it. A tiny sharp pebble that won’t shake loose. He peers