A hazy fog can been seen at the far end of the chasm. We hold hands and ease on down the road. Your smile is alchemical gold– a magnificent lustre, a rare brilliance. The fog lifts in the presence of our immaculate love– as pure as the snows on Kilimanjaro.
Just then a man with a pencil thin mustache and crew cut hair approaches. He’s wearing a lapel pin that says, “Hi, my name is Larry. Welcome to the Space Sepulcher– Artifact Collection.”
We eye him up and down. He looks left and right scanning the room for others. He sees only the two of us.
“Hey, you. I’ve got something real nice for your lady friend there.” Looking at me.
Larry pulls out a piece of velcro.
“A revolutionary space age fastening device. Made in the factories of space, for space travel, especially for astronaut shoes, astronaut wallets, and astronaut velcro zippers. It’s one of the revolutionary products brought to you by Space.”
“Wow! So you’re telling me I can fasten and refasten this velcro over and over without end? That’s impressive technology.” You say with a beaming smile.
I look at the man with shrewd business like savvy. “We’ll take half a dozen of your finest velcro.”
“Excellent choice. We also have this delicious freeze dried space ice cream.” Larry pulls out a metal colored package labeled, “Space Ice Cream”.
“No thanks. Space Ice Cream is off the menu.” Your smile sings in reply.
Larry walks toward a rocky outcrop and leaves through a door marked, “Employees Only”.
Stay tuned for the next installment…
The Firm Part 14 – Intergalactic Finance Minister
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