Alphonse Maria Mucha Dance

Alphonse Maria Mucha DanceAlphonse Maria Mucha AutumnMichelangelo Buonarroti The Creation of Adam hand
Bill Door? You gave me quite a start -‘
I HAVE BROUGHT YOU SOME FLOWERS.
She stared at the dry, dead stems.
ALSO SOME CHOCOLATE ASSORTMENT, THE SORT LADIES LIKE.
She stared at the black box.
ALSO HERE IS A DIAMOND TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU.
It caught the last rays of the setting sun.
Miss Flitworth finally found her voice.
‘Bill Door, what are you thinking of?’
I HAVE COME TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ALL THIS.
‘You have? Where to?’
Death hadn’t thought this far.
WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE?
‘I ain’t thankfulness, I suppose.’
I HAD PLANNED TO SHOW YOU MARVELS. FINE CITIES. ANYTHING YOU WANTED. ‘Anything?’
YES.
‘Then we’re going to the dance, Bill Door. I always go every year. They rely on me. You know how it is.’
YES. MISS FLITWORTH.
He reached out and took her hand.proposing to go anywhere tonight except to the dance,’ said Miss Flitworth firmly.Death hadn’t planned for this, either.WHAT IS THIS DANCE?‘Harvest dance. You know? It’s tradition. When the harvest is in. It’s a sort of celebration, and like a thanksgiving.’THANKSGIVING TO WHO?‘Dunno. No-one in particular, I reckon. Just general
‘What, you mean now?’ she said, ‘I’m not ready