higher learning

the grand dean o’ spade university said with their hands in the pockets o’ their jacket & a downward look, not with exasperation nor anger, but just tiredness, ¿has it come to this?.

the council could only return, ¿what other choices have we?.

the grand dean nodded with a hand held out to the engineers, & then left.

there came a rumbling, & anyone outside the gates o’ spade university would see big black bat wings suddenly stretch from the sides o’ the building & the perimeter round said gate slowly rip itself out o’ the earth & rise up high into the clouds, where the milliam regime could not reach them.


freedom, university, flight