Unstoppable Force
Rules exist to prevent the force from encountering the object.
“You understand your actions were deviant?”
The Administrator’s countenance is grim.
After our class had finished in the granite rotunda, it was in the Gardens of Resoulment that I came face to face with her. Of course, no one was supposed to know anyone from before, or at least that was the theory. The eyes gave her away, golden specks tumbling in bottomless emerald.
Unbidden, I remembered somebody known as Achilles who had eyes like that. That was my first transgression, which I later admitted readily. And when she spoke, I called out her name, touching her cheek, which was my second misdeed. Naturally, I was swiftly subdued and taken straight to the head honcho.
The Administrator’s long, alert ears twitch. I always wonder if the action is involuntary or whether he is using his physical attributes to non-verbally divulge higher truths, which I shall always be too lowly to comprehend.
“You are a valuable asset to our community, yet …
Do you realise what happens when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object?”
“What do you mean, Anpu?” I blurt out.
The god in the micro-textured Armani suit sighs, his jackal pupils dilating.
“I mean when Love resurfaces in a heartless place.”
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