Picture three.
Rehearsal
“You don’t look sick.”
“I said, I
am
disease. Well, my real name is Pesti...”
“Are you contagious?”
“I’m the manifestation, not the condition. Why did I bring you again?”
“They’re
my
horses.”
“Right. It was my turn to bring the stand-ins.”
“Also, my sister told you to.”
“Speaking of...don’t tell the guys I’m married. I kinda forgot to invite them. What? We only do this every other decade. I don’t even know Death’s current host, much less his address.”
“Does my sister know?”
“Doubtful. She’s never met him.”
“That you’re diseased.”
“I’m not diseased, I’m...just forget it.”
Heh, that's a good one, Wolfram. My mind is staying so very much in the plebian with these pictures, I'm having a hard time coming up with anything.
Because of the angle of the picture, I was staring at the horses trying to count them. Once I figured out there were four, this just kind of popped into my head.
those are mules {/pedant}
Damn. That just makes the next scene even funnier.
"We're the Four Horsemen. HORSE men! Whoever heard of the Four Mulemen?!"
"Be a great name for a band, though."
"Yeah, it would."
Snerk, connie. Got a good kick out of that one.
It's the five asses of the apocalypse.
So, if a person were to enter a writing contest that says it will notify finalists in "early June," at what point should that person give up hope? Today, because only the first week of a month is really early? June 15, because anything in the first half is early? Only after the finalists are listed on the website and her name isn't there?
(I'm entered in the Pacific NW Writers Association literary contest, science fiction & fantasy category, and I'm ridiculously nervous, because it's the first time this WIP will be read by total strangers. And, they notify finalists
by mail,
so I can already guarantee I won't find out today. By MAIL. Sheesh. I don't get it. Not only is there this new-fangled thing called the internet, there's this downright old-fangled thing called the telephone.)
