Bill Brauer Harvest Moon

Bill Brauer Harvest MoonBill Brauer Gold DressUnknown Artist Audrey Hepburn pop artPiet Mondrian Tableau IPiet Mondrian Mill in Sunlight
his words like flakes of metal on the edge of a knife.
THERE WILL BE A NEW DEATH.
Albert drew himself up.
‘I really don’t think I could serve a new master,’ he said.
THEN GO embarrassed.
Death took the saddle down from its hook and glanced at Albert, who was suffering a crisis of conscience.
Thousands of years before, Albert had opted to serve Death rather than die. He wasn’t exactly immortal. Real time was forbidden in Death’s realm. There was only the ever-changing now, but it went on for a very long time. He had less than two months of real time left; he hoarded his days like bars of gold.
‘I, er . . .’ he began.’That is -‘BACK INTO THE WORLD. I WILL GIVE YOU MONEY. YOU HAVE BEEN A GOOD SERVANT, ALBERT.‘But if I go back -‘YES, said Death. YOU WILL DIE. In the warm, horsey gloom of the stable, Death’s pale horse looked up from its oats and gave a little whinny of greeting. The horse’s name was Binky. He was a real horse. Death had tried fiery steeds and skeletal horses in the past, and found them impractical, especially the fiery ones, which tended to set light to their own bedding and stand in the middle of it looking