41 of 365 – The Gates Pt 16


“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

40 of 365 – The Gates Pt 15


“The interesting thing about knowing you’re probably about to die is that, if there’s a waiting period of any length, you start longing to get it over with. And so did I become impatient as the minutes and hours tick by. Waiting. With no acknowledgment from the secretary and no passersby. Was it wise to ask when I’d be helped? In this case “helped” probably wouldn’t be the most appropriate word. But what if I just asked…”

~Excerpt from A Traveler’s Journey