Thursday, 24 January 2013

The Long Story

Air blowing was cruelly chilly; snow fresh and soft. Two uniformed men sat on their haunches staring at a spot in the snow that was no different than any spot in the white abyss.

Time went on and on. It went on long enough to make this story the longest ever. The men sat staring. The story became longer than imagined by the man who'd culled it .

Finally, one of them spoke.

"Why are we guarding a line that's not even really there?"

                                                            NO END