Article: 261611 of talk.bizarre From: Andrew Solberg <firstname.lastname@example.org> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: 73x100 Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:41:11 -0500 Organization: iTRiBE Mail to News Gateway Lines: 27 Sender: email@example.com Message-ID: <firstname.lastname@example.org> X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] X-Provider: iTRiBE, Inc <URL: http://www.itribe.net/> X-Gateway: Posted via the iTRiBE News<->Email gateway X-Disclaimer: iTRiBE, Inc. neither endorses nor assumes any responsibility for the contents of this posting. Status: O RITE OF PASSAGE *************** The wind blew cold, salty and wet atop the ruined skyscraper. I was too scared to care. T'akarna spoke. "Avarna, boy-child, are you ready to die?" I nodded once. T'agash my father stood behind me, strong hands on my shoulders. "Fly, my son," he whispered, and pushed. I fell. The sea lashed the girders below. Tumbling end over end, I concentrated on my mantra: What I Believe, Becomes. The surf grew large and swallowed me. T'akarna pointed. An eagle circled twice overhead and shrieked over the wind. T'agash beamed with pride: "Well done, T'avarna my son! Today you are a man!" -- This post is COPYRIGHT 1995, Andrew Solberg. All rights reserved. Standard usenet distribution is acceptable; other forms of reproduction or reprinting may be considered in violation of international copyright law. Andrew Solberg is HWRNMNBSOL: email@example.com, Math Dept., Rice U.