Thursday, November 30, 2006


The questions about the chimera's existence were getting heavy. Though it stood before the philosophers, its dragon head eating one of the assistants, its lion's mouth roaring in their ears, its goat horns bumping against its cage, none of them would admit it lived. We had to escort the learned men into the gate, each one wearing a slingshot and a Goliath fan club t-shirt, to make them see what was before their eyes, just before they were plucked out, and their bodies incinerated by fire.


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