Jeb Burt — The Monarch Review

A House on the Mountain – Jeb Burt

Wednesday, October 29, 2014 10:52 — 1 Comment

I stood waiting in the corporate executive suite. I stared through the glass wall down the nave of the Plaza Mall. Department stores waited at the ends of cross-secting halls like the warmly-lit transepts of martyr chapels. A delicately-molded plaster of Paris Santa perched on the peak of the Christmas Mountain rising into yuletide light. Through the sculpted caverns and snowy ravines cherry-red steam engines rolled, dioded cabooses flashing advertisements. Santa Claus looked down numbly, a lascivious drunk archangel at the gates of heaven, bored with the colorless sins of the latest risen souls.