Friday, November 11, 2016

Seven of Pentacles [Reversed]

The City—EVENING

I get to the back of the hearse but no one else is there yet. I grab the surprisingly smallish coffin.

It’s surprisingly not too heavy either so I shove it in myself, thinking, “Let’s get this thing over with.”

Some on-lookers seem offended, some relieved, but they bring out bread to nosh on nonetheless.

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