two parents with adjustments

On Being Inspected…

Together they walked though the two uprights.

“Parent stones,” he muttered. Entering the circle he then turned to look back. Whose parents would she honor this circle with? Not hers…

The static charge reached out and seared each part of him. All was inspected. The last clinching throb to leave him was in his balls. It felt as if each one of his sperm had been threaded through a needle. Had they been counted as well?

“It will not snow in the circle,” she said with pride as he noted the circle of trees that surrounded the circle of stones.