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the vision of eternity was not what henry had expected.
it was just a room with two chairs, one of which he was sitting on.
the other chair was behind a table.
the table had nothing on it,
the room had one window, with blue sky outside it.
and a door, which was closed.
the door did not open.
it has to open sometime, henry thought.
but maybe not, if this is eternity.
henry started telling himself a story, in the way that he had.
once upon a time there was a mighty barbarian.
henry did not think of himself as a mighty barbarian.
but he liked to read stories about them.
and tell himself stories about them.
the barbarian’s name was xaxo,
he was a man of the burning south.
which had been destroyed in the great defeat.
xaxo was forced to take his sword to the frozen north.
which was riled by the velvet hand of the beautiful queen -
before henry could settle on a name for the queen -
the door opened and a person entered.
henry expected the person to say -
is eternity anything like what you expected?
but instead the person said -
would you like somethnig to drink before we begin the interrogation?
yes, henry replied promptly, i would like a martini or a margarita.
to be continued
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