Sunday Ragtag Daily Prompt: Corruption
Mrs. Monica Snapjaw stared intently into the brew that filled her crystal punch bowl. Murmuring words from a forgotten, distant past, she inhaled deeply. The odor of the mixture was that of sweetness and corruption. Arms akimbo, she leaned more closely to the surface in order to see her reflection. When she exhaled, her image broke into an infinity of circles.
Envisioning the horror that she hoped to invoke, Monica cried out in a hoarse voice, “So mote it be!”
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I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.
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