THE WEAVE:
Vesta returns
to the stand…
"Vesta," Destiny begins,
the cross-examination,
"Could you please decode
this note for me?"
"Excuse me," Saturn butts in,
"But we're Here to judge
Vesta, not absorb
her expertise, Destiny."
Vesta waits, "Are you going to
pound your little gavel, then?"
"No," Saturn concedes,
"Go ahead." Vesta gazes
at the 0's and 1's,
on the page...
"Novel. Novel.
American Novel.
Lazy Writer.
Write a Novel.
Get your act
together. Stop
eating people.
Novel. Novel.
You cheap gossip
whore," V finishes
as she reads the code,
behind the messages,
from Destiny's Prince,
"It would appear
the Prince would like you
to write a Novel. Maybe
even the next Great
American Novel, Destiny."
"But V, you are
already doing that,"
Saturn judges.
"I know," V shrugs,
looking Destiny
in the eye, "But maybe your
Prince does not."