2. Kaiser on the stairs

Kaiser Wilhelm stood at the base of the stairs. “This fuss. It was about this, yes?”

His clerk nodded. He brushed a bit of rabbit fur off his sleeve and made for the first step. The Kaiser held him back.

“No, no,” he whispered. “I want to gaze at it a while. Out of astonishment, you see.”

“Astonishment?”

“Well, the stairs. They go nowhere. Where is the end? Why does one fight for such things?”

The clerk was silent. In the distance, another pig rooted for potatoes in the fresh snow.

(Stairway at American Camp, San Juan Island, WA)

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