STEPPING IN THE SALAD (13)
'Had 'e?' asked the Priestess as she wielded brand new tweezers, as she plucked another insect from her arm.
'It's a shame to die intestate but I say the good and the great would do well to pen their obit. What's the harm?'
I said: 'he was silent on the subject, and, I felt I couldn't object; it's a difficult and dreadful thing to do. For the most part, one is wary to consider death. It's scary.
'But, it's something I rely on to get through.'
'It's a shame to die intestate but I say the good and the great would do well to pen their obit. What's the harm?'
I said: 'he was silent on the subject, and, I felt I couldn't object; it's a difficult and dreadful thing to do. For the most part, one is wary to consider death. It's scary.
'But, it's something I rely on to get through.'
'Yes, of course,' replied the Priestess.
'In a world of meritocracy and something like democracy, I can see I haven't really fared that well. . . '
'Indeed,' she nodded.
'Fate and Bad Luck called the shots. It was they who chose my lot.
'As for headstones, I'd say: Damn It, Gone To Hell.'
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