Welcome to the glass castle
The girls looked at each
other then nodded, before running over to the ski type of lift.
“And they all look so beautiful in spite of the terrible weather
conditions in the world around them.”
“I wish I could go with
them.” Makio’s voice throbbed with yearning.
“That cliff is impossible
to scale.” she continued, “I tried it, once.
“Besides we don’t have
the right kind of garments, “ Lakisha added, “we would never fit in.”
A watchman on one of the towers was looking through his binoculars and
scanning the surrounding countryside. His special equipment caught the glisten
of a tear on Makio’s cheek. He immediately put his whistle to his lips and a
silvery call floated down to them. Both girls heard it, and looked up. Hope
filled their bosoms.
“Why don’t we try going
to one of their meetings?” Makio suggested.
Lakisha looked dubious. “In
these clothes?” She brushed a series of snowflakes off her arm.
“Sure. I don’t think they
will look down on us.”
“Well we can try.” They
walked slowly closer, and suddenly a conveyance materialized out of thin air as
it were. It had been lowered from the tower and the watchman called; “Do you
want a ride?”
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