Thursday, March 22, 2012

Thousand: Six Hundred Ninety-Five

easy. You have to pass an interview. They ask you questions. The guards at the gate. They ask you all sorts of things. Where you were born. How many stars are in the night sky.” “How many angels can dance on the head of thumbnail?” the girl interjects. “Only men at this gate,” the woman says. “There is another gate where they allow women. Where they ask questions.” She shrugs. “They ask questions and you give whatever answer you have to give. If what you say is what they want to hear.” “What’s in the city, then?” “It is where

2 comments:

Elisabeth said...

Clearly it's not easy to gain entrance here.

Glenn Ingersoll said...

Will our heroine? Or is some spaceship going to drop suddenly from the sky and whisk her off to another planet?