Sunday, December 8, 2019

Dunsany Dreams 11


The grave digger had paused to eat a green apple when he saw Death in his dusty long coat coming down the lane.

‘Everyone has to have profession,’ said the grave digger, ‘and mine is as good as any and better than most. I’ve served kings and paupers in their time. But your profession comes before mine and it looks like it’s my time.’

But Death said to him ‘Not yet. But, as one professional to another, I wanted to let you know there is a powerful amount of work coming your way.’

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