No notes from the author. Let’s git it on!
© Marie Gail Stratford
Miss Ilene
by Miles H. Rost
“Welcome, Mr. President.”
“Alright, I’ve been brought here to find out about this Miss Ilene person that I keep being briefed about. Let’s go to her.”
“Well, we all have something we need to say before we let you in.”
The president looked at them squarely, as they pointed to the empty grain silo in the middle of the field, surrounded by numbers of guards at various intervals.
“Miss Ilene isn’t a person. It’s a thing.”
“Come again?”
The agent cleared his throat.
“Her full name is Miss Ilene Siloh. Miss Il Silo. Kinda get what we’re saying?”
The president glared at him, coughing slightly.
“Better not make her angry by standing her up. Let’s get inside.”
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Missile silo. Ha! Hope the president finds this as funny as I did.
Clever play on words.
This is very clever, I love it. Less hope there’s only one Miss Ilene… with the surname Silo, Barn, Tunnel or any other. Great story.
Hmm, I wondering why they want him in there so badly. Is this the end of the world and they don’t know how to break it to him?
No clue.
Dear Miles,
Clever play on words.
Shalom,
Rochelle