Rashad (2 of 2)A demon knelt and unlocked the lowest drawer in a filing cabinet. His fingers danced across the files’ tabs—every once in a while bending the label with his thumb to read the name printed on it. He extracted a file and closed the drawer and locked it with a jingle of keys. He opened the file as he walked back to his office, turning his head to look at the photograph paper-clipped to a sheaf of paper. He lifted the photo to read the information.
“G’mornin’ Rashad!” someone called. Rashad waved and absent greeting in the direction of the voice, never taking his eyes from the file in his hand as he skimmed through a few random pages. He reached his office and snapped the file shut. His keys chimed again as he opened the door and flipped on the light. He set the file on the larger and tidier of the two desks and settled himself in his chair. He turned open the file and unclipped the papers, laying them out neatly. He read the information carefully, jotti
Meg (1 of 2)Meg found herself standing in a queue. She stood in a long, narrow hallway divided in the middle with black stanchions. The air smelled musty. The fluorescent ceiling lights flickered dejectedly. The water damaged grey wallpaper was peeling in various places, and down the line she could see some number of people picking at it lazily. The rough, warped planks creaked under her bare feet as she shifted her weight. Wait. Bare feet? Meg was sure she had been wearing shoes. She looked down. She wiggled her toes. She realized the elderly gentleman in front of her and the quietly sobbing woman behind her were also without footwear. Meg peered about as discreetly as she could and realized all the people before and behind in line were shoeless, as far as she could see.
With a start, she realized that she could see quite far. The hallway was long and straight. She could not see any turns, any doors, or either end. The line did not seem to be moving at any speed. The intervals between the