And the crowd closed in across the mouth of the staircase halting her flight. She turned and stared at him. Then she came through the crowd her silver gown whispering against her moist skin and she helped him to his feet. And together they passed through the crowd of dilettanti and descended the memorable staircase. R-40 in Bin 375. R-41 in Bin 376. R-42 in Bin 401. They are so few. Never enough. But always a few to stand in the face of horror to place their fragile bodies on the line for the... read more
