100-Word Challenge, Day 204


“I suppose you are right,” I say as he sits down across from me.

“Yes, I suppose I am,” he says as he pulls a small pad from a coat pocket. “Why don’t we start with your name?”

“Justin.”

“Justin…”

“Just, Justin. I don’t have a last name,” I say. Most would consider the answer impertinent, and I can tell by my interrogator’s scowl that he does as well, but it is the honest truth. I had never considered taking one after I fell, it somehow felt dishonest. An Angel had but one name and is known by it alone. Only one of us ever tried to carry a surname, and he burned for it.

 

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