THE GUIDED MISSILE ENTOURAGE
September 12, 2016
The Guided Missile Entourage arrived early. They glided in arrow formation along the lane, filtering off one at a time into the huts. On emerging, they flashed the designated signal that all was well, a nod with a finger to the nose. Following the pledge to all things possible, they stood at attention, waiting for the guided missile to appear at the barbed wire entrance into the lane. When after what seemed to be a silence of eternity the guided missile hove into view, the Entourage bowed their heads as one, eyes shut tight. The missile rumbled in quiver before erupting on a shaft of flame into the sky and gone. The Entourage leaked in slow dispersal like syrup, duty fulfilled.
