[ExI] untitled as yet

[Harlan Sprague de Cordwainer]

Tuesday March 7, 1032.  Cell #96

Burl glared at the little girl in the cell adjacent,
which just a second ago had been empty. She spoke.

"It should be apparent to you from my discourse that
I'm hardly a child. Anyhow, my name is Charlie. What
is yours?"

Burl said nothing. Another fiendish psychological
ploy, no doubt. The dim light and stale air, along
with the general deprivation, surely could not yet
be producing hallucinations. Yet what *was* this?