“My movement, my intake of breath, must have been their cue to take action. No sooner had I the notion to rise and inquire, two officers came forth and hoisted me by the arms to my doom. But they were people. The receptionist was a person. Just like me. I sniffed to no response. I casually mentioned seasonal allergies, in the way that one casually brings up hay fever as their marching toward death, and the guards chatted with me about the pollen count.”

~Excerpt from A Traveler’s Journey

41 of 365 – The Gates Pt 16

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