They were many
hundreds. Maybe thousands. Mostly pressed against each other, they
shuffled forward. Larry was glad to be
centered in the middle of the mass.
He would freely admit he was a follower.
He knew most of those around him were natural followers.
You don’t have to think
to follow. You just do.
They were in dangerous
country. A sheer cliff might suddenly appear
underneath you at any turn.
From someplace in front,
a voice called out: “Come on lemmings!
Let’s go!”
When the mass of bodies
surged in front of him, Larry followed.
--Mitchell
Hegman
No comments:
Post a Comment