Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and Grapes

Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and GrapesLaurie Maitland Symphony in Red and Khaki IIWilliam Bouguereau Youth
The new Death straightened up.
Or?
AH.
ER.
Bill Door in the forge.
The smithy was full of warm darkness.
What it didn’t contain was the ghost of a scythe.
Bill Door looked around desperately.
SQUEAK?
There was a small. dark-robed figure sitting on a beam above him. It gestured franticallstepped back, turned round, and ran for it. It was, as he was wonderfully well placed to know, merely putting off the inevitable. But wasn’t that what living was all about? No-one had ever run away from him after they were dead. Many had tried it before they were dead, often with great ingenuity. But the normal reaction of a spirit, suddenly pitched from one world into the next, was to hang around hopefully. Why run, after all? It wasn’t as if you knew where you were running to.The ghost Bill Door knew where he was running to. Ned Simnel’s smithy was locked up for the night, although this did not present a problem. Not alive and not dead, the spirit Bill Door dived through the wall.The fire was a barely-visible glow, settling y towards the corner.