The inspiration …
A story …
“Carpentry?”
“No.”
“Farming?”
“No.”
“Hunting?”
“God, no.”
He looked up from his list, pale eyes hooded by bushy grey brows. She fidgeted under the cool, hard regard.
He glanced down “Any experience with fibers or cloth? Spinning, weaving, sewing?”
“No.” She sniffed, “I am a tenured professor in Gender & Women Studies and …”
“WAS”, he interrupted, “In case you haven’t noticed, the majority of your students, colleagues, and fellow citizens are gone. We’re starting from scratch. What can you do?”
“Um.”
He scribbled on the page, handed it to her, gesturing toward the door.
“Report to Stevens, latrine duty.”
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Now, your turn.
Is that a photo of the soul of a ‘progressive’?
(Done in ten.)
Lol! Efficiency is your forte. 😉
The door to my office swung open and an angel entered.
She had legs up to here and looks enough for two women.
I was a shamus running on fumes. There wasn’t much need for detectives in the Internet age. A preteen could uncover national security secrets with an iPhone.
She sat across from me, slowly folding one long leg over the other.
“How can I help?” I asked.
She sighed and pulled out a Virginia Slim. I leaned over my desk and lit it with a battered Ronson.
“Decker,” she said, “Have you ever located a missing Septic Tank?”
This is the leftists reality for humanity!
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