"Eagle."
"Good thing to be."
"No."
"Do you still fly?"
"Way too."
"What's the view from there, Eagle?"
"Nations of the world. Laid out, far out. Men as ants," Sam said, as if he were the first to think it. "Are fighting wars down there."
"Somebody winning?"
"All ways. But the strange thing is whenever somebody starts winning, somebody else starts losing. Square battalions advancing and retreating. Oh me. They run in circles, they make victory dances in huge snake circles on me. They scream and yell and eat each other-"
"Are you hungry are?"
"Oh yes. And so without meaning. Gotta get higher!"
"Food?" Merilee asked.
"Oxygen!"
He was shivering, that lovely white flesh aquiverful.
Merilee massaging his shoulders. "No need to fly so high."
Read more in News
Sailing Team Takes First At Intersectional Regatta
