Sunday, November 4, 2012

I just can’t do it

Mare Serenitatis

Ghosts are tough. Hundreds of years of experience fine-tuned their ability to inflict a terrible ill-temper on unsuspecting individuals. But things change and nowadays it’s common to see a ghost roaming the empty corridors of a mansion, dressed in rusted armor dragging his feet to the scratching sound of a forlorn morningstar. At dawn, those pesky little children finally back in bed, you may even hear a wailing voice saying “I just can’t do it… Not anymore!” And that would be the ghost wearing his helm sideways, a glove missing, both pride and makeshift sword twisted in a furious knot.

No comments:

Post a Comment