The Wax Conspiracy

Sulken milk, a lamenting maid, on the hill a deal is made

Deborah, a milkmaid low on luck and with no petrol for the truck, found herself stranded on a refuge island off a main street in Hayes, Michigan.

From all evidence and eye witness reports, no external forces were keeping the woman between the south and north banks of the highway road. Only an internal, invisible conscription.

"The very voice of God, come to ask of her advice on pasteurisation in cloudy areas. Not unlike Heaven," as posited by an unemployed spectator. "And to seek pause in a world no longer relevant to his needs."

Stranded on the small concrete island, the event lasted for a contiguous sixteen hours. Drivers of vehicles and wheelbarrows passing through the neck watched agog, uncaring and unknowing of her plight.

A stampede of cattle, devoid of any genitals, brought the silent and curious stand to an end. Clean up crews were not required.

Ethan Switch

Written on Tuesday, 29 November 2005

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