A final note for Neil's appreciation. Then another scrap of fiction:
We brought in the female Jesuits from a parallel line. They wore plain black dresses that fell straight from their dog collars to their heels, and wore their hair cropped close. All of them, it seemed, were slim as
They were humorless, educated, and sure in their cause.
They were the most frightening ladies ever.
The fragment-opening is marked 10:46. So I wrote it in less than a minute.
Then another story opening, which I rather like:
It was a night of Stars and Snowflakes.
The small notation to the bottom left suggests that instead of cassocks the female Jesuits would probably wear pantsuits. They being no-nonsense types.
Finally, somebody’s suggestion that what we’d all like is destroy ourselves and replace ourselves with a new person exactly like ourselves in every way struck me as profound. It still does.