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© 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.”