I sat on the line as I so often did.

One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me and so on it went.

My friend and I picking out lives. We had done this since time immemorial. An equal number for each side. The decisions were supposed to be on which one I liked and which one my friend liked. The line that we sat at was the line of life. There were souls from all walks of life. Some were old some were young. Some absolutely forgettable, Some remembered long after we had picked them out.

It’s been a while since we walked the line ourselves hasn’t it?.

Sure has. We shouldn’t loose touch with what it’s like from down there.

So down we went into the very souls we picked out. Mortalized into the same neighbourhood we met often to do things that normal kids never would. Our secrets were complicated to say the least.

One fine day we were out in the playground looking at other kids playing. We walked over and found them at the end of a game of marbles. Two kids seemed to have taken them allĀ  today and were dividing the marbles which were laid out in a line.

One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me and so on it went.