Before the Fall

As the doctors tended to the dying and the priests prayed for the dead, the living waited in line.

“Would you like a rock to speed things up?” the councilman asked.

“Will it cushion my fall?”

“Would it help if I lied?”


“Exactly,” the councilman replied with a push.


They stood again where they stood countless times before.

“Again, then?” the voice asked, as it had countless times before.

“Isn’t there anything else to do?”

The voice shrugged in the way a voice does. “There’s a gift shop.”

“Again, please.”

They never chose the gift shop.