Thursday, March 29, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Two

her across the rubble to the women’s gate, “she thinks, considering how I got here and all, that the right thing for me to do is check and see if I’m on the list. So, is there a disco back there?” The fat guardian nods. “Your guide was right to bring you to the head of the line. Come with me.” The guardian leans forward and, with a grunt, pushes herself to standing. Now I’m supposed to traipse on in? the girl asks herself. As the guardian, rocking side to side with small forward steps, leads the way down the

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