"This is a fruit of every season which carries the scent of its travels..." My grandfather often repeated this little phrase to me when he was talking about his clouds. He has the best collection of ... [+]
David Drury lives in Seattle, Washington. He has a master's degree in Christian Studies and has been kicked out of every casino in Las Vegas. Read more of his stories at daviddruryauthor.com. "The Great Curtain" is in Short Circuit #1, Short Édition's quarterly review.
When we awoke, we found a great curtain of linked metal rungs had been lowered to earth from the sky. The chain mail drape connected land and sky and ran as far the eye could see, across the ocean in the west and over the range of mountains in the east. The curtain groaned in the wind. It glinted in the sunlight like a rippling slice of aluminum honeycomb. The top of it was too high to be seen.People from both sides of the drape began climbing immediately. Nobody could keep off. Parents called after their children. Wives ran after their drunks. What was at the top? We had to find out. The nei