Ah, and let them all come in; the dancing devils in my life–Adobe Illustrator now and Image Ready. Beelzebub himself lurks in the corners in disguise as Macromedia while all the urchin editors of words scratch at each others’ eyes to be the favored prince.
Now why would youth so think it odd that someone old would walk in all new lands of danger, and I hestitate a bit, wondering at the wisdom of my journey. But no, the wickedness of life experience is backpacked on, and tricks and magic up my sleeve will see me through.
For the end is just a beginning of the next life plot in the structure, and the points of conflict all resolved add up to win the game.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology