Another 101 story originally written for Lily Childs Friday Prediction.

Rather metaphorical this one. Bit different then my usual.  Hope you enjoy. 😉


Beware. Worms will craw and eat the flesh.


This and nothing more to follow when the shovel, one most ancient tool mors mortis, is put in rest under a chanting pray.

Wait! No such parade entrapped in the blackness of a dozen veils the Artist wants! Down below the dirt he’s dead, and yet for foolish reasons impersonates an elegant buffoon! Insane.

Pity is what this joker in the crumbling theatre of life deserved. He got a rope instead.

Now he stands before me, glaring at my tarot cards. Confusion.

I wonder must I tell him what I saw…or…

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