Outside the Gates of Eden
by Howie Good
It’s like the full body scan at the airport except I’m lying on my back, and the light convulses for the simple reason that light can, God’s spies on Earth shutting their eyes to the pale gold flashes of darkness hundreds of feet tall, while a voice screams behind me, “Hey mister!” and I stand up and turn around and say “fellatio” in French to whoever was screaming and then, with spirochetes floating inside, pass through security no problem.
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