Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Thousand: Six Hundred Thirty-Six

stool. The girl expected the overseer to address her, of course, to nod at her, to scowl at her. Why did the overseer ignore her? It couldn’t be she wasn’t seen. That’s crazy. Maybe the overseer didn’t say anything because. The girl tries to think of a reason. Unable to dredge one up that doesn’t seem about as mysterious as no explanation at all, the girl glances once more up and down the hall, then pushes the door. The room is empty. Or something. Or nothing. She jumps back, gasping. The room is as empty, as fogged-in, as any of

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