Saturday, January 07, 2012

Thousand: Six Hundred Nineteen

a cobblestone. Not even a rung on a ladder, that would be out of the dirt!” “If you’re so good at it, what’re you doing standing there! You should lie down so I can step on you. Why do you stand there in the way?” The naked creature blinks, its eyes roving the room, from corner to corner. At last the vacant gaze settles at the girl’s feet. Do those eyes spark with resistance? Is there anger, motivating anger in them? The girl steps forward. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” The creature opens its mouth and a drop of drool

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