“Come on in, Maxwell,” said Satan in a deep, gravelly yet vaguely fatherly voice. Max obeyed immediately, padding into the bedroom without a second thought. When dealing with the Evil One, Maxwell had learned that Satan liked enthusiasm. If anyone complained about any little thing, Satan would take it as a personal affront.
Satan sat on the edge of his little single bed- a bare mattress. It smelled of stale beer and pizza. Maxwell rubbed his whiskers against the edge of the Evil One’s hand, and let the shivers of pleasure run from his head, down his spine and down to the tip of his tail.
“What egregious acts of mayhem may I perform at your behest, Master?” Asked Maxwell in his cheeriest tone.
Bank of Spa Creek at low tide. January 15, 2019. Jez Braithwaite’sWater Water Everywhere challenge.
Even with a burning torch, it was difficult to see in the catacombs below Catapolis. Holding hands, King GarGar and Queen Pirouette stayed close to the torch bearers in front of them. Their entourage was fairly small. With the two footmen in the vanguard and the Bishop and his acolyte behind them, they made six. Why would their Majesties venture into such a dark, dank and close space? Their mission was simple: find the true resting place of the previous king, excavate it and remove the signet ring on the corpse’s hand.
The footmen and the acolyte each carried a shovel. King GarGar wielded a large pickax that was fashioned to his belt. Queen Pirouette carried a hand-sized pickax. The only person not equipped to dig was the Bishop of course. Who ever heard of a bishop getting his hands dirty?
You may recognize the reflection in this window. It’s a mural that I posted some few days back when I was posting one a day.After cropping, it’s hard to tell that this is a window at all. It looks more like a poster!
Photographed on September 10, 2019.
Let’s celebrate yellow! And what color would you say complements the yellow in these hardy pansies? So this post is a celebration, not only of yellow, but also of pansies. They snap their fingers at Winter and say, “Feh!”
This mural can be found right off of Church Circle in Annapolis. I did a quick Google search on “Bond Bread Annapolis” and retrieved a Wikipedia article about a Bond Bread factory that was on Georgia Ave NW in Washington, DC. I’m assuming they are the same.