The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part I)

Mike stood alone in front of a waterfall of marigolds. Early in the day, the sun cast a shadow over the mourners, but as the day went on, it would bring out the translucent stunning-orange brilliance of the floral display one petal at a time. In the late afternoon the effect would be blinding. Live … Continue reading The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part I)