Thursday, July 11, 2013
Tonight's cravat is a striper of deep lilac and nightsky. Down a darkened corridor and into a shadowy, candlelit anteroom she followed her wordless guide. Seated on a shabby settee, she waited patiently for one of the curtained portals to open. It was immaterial which spiritualist she consulted with. All that mattered was that she made contact. In a few minutes, the purple satin draperies directly across from her were drawn to the side. A gloved hand beckoned her in. Tears of gratitude began to well in her eyes. She moved swiftly into the small, dim room, and the portal sighed shut.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:55 PM