Entry #87

The Queues
by Margaret D. Whittle


The moving sidewalks kept the two parallel lines orderly. No pushing or shoving allowed. I looked around for a familiar face but as the queues stretched before and aft for what seemed eternity, I had no luck.

Letting my mind wander to the events that had brought me to this place, I smiled. Justice had been served for all parties involved. I had welded the axe high and hard into Jacks' head and he would never abuse anyone again. The state had welded its gavel just as sure and swift to satisfy the blood thirsty throngs outside the courthouse. The blind lady's scale remained even. With a sigh, I thought to myself, "Oh my".

Where we were headed was anyone's guess, but I could see on the horizon a fork in the road where the sidewalks seemed to peel away from one another. Looking to my right, at a parallel traveler, who seemed content and at peace, I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say. “Who knows?". I nodded back, “Oh well".

The sidewalks began to split apart and looking over my shoulder I waved a farewell to the quiet women who had traveled by my side. Facing towards our destination, I could make out the light in the distance and noticed that the surrounding atmosphere was starting to warm up considerately. A sliver of fear stabbed my heart and shivering in spite of the heat, I thought to myself, “Oh Hell."