“Finally,” said the voice. “A listener.”
“Words are a sickness,” he declared. “They create questions. Questions create doubt. Doubt destroys order.”
But the Mayor—a gray, heavy man who hated noise and color—grew furious.
The Mayor stared. His gray skin cracked. Out of the cracks grew tiny green leaves.
She opened it.
“Finally,” said the voice. “A listener.”
“Words are a sickness,” he declared. “They create questions. Questions create doubt. Doubt destroys order.”
But the Mayor—a gray, heavy man who hated noise and color—grew furious.
The Mayor stared. His gray skin cracked. Out of the cracks grew tiny green leaves.
She opened it.