Ancient Beneath

by Elisabeth Toomey

Vael

Fifty feet per second, I come.  I, I, I, I, Vael of the Dead Arm, I come.  Thinking meat is so close!  Right over the wall.

Mr. Rogett

I see their eyes and I know it is finally time for my surrender.  They are so beautiful.  Yes, in there, into the iron catapult.  The steam smells like God.  I want to scream with joy.

Jimmy

Mother says to come right hom…