The young girl bristled each time, but did not turn, for she could see the jester’s shadow on the walkway. The gatekeeper walked the park, but he did not see the old woman who sat on a stone bench with a silent canary in a small woven cage. So, of course, he did not see that the arc of her chest was held rigid by the stubborn conviction that she must wait, right there and go no farther.
Illustration for “Lost Cantos of the Ouroboros”. DAZ Studio, Carrara, Bryce, Hexagon and Photoshop.