Thursday, July 24, 2014

The Next In Line

In the market, the remainder of candy skulls from the Death Fiesta were sold from flimsy little tables. Women hung with black rebozos sat quietly, now and then speaking one word to each other, the sweet sugar skeletons, the saccharine corpses and white candy skulls at their elbows. Each skull had a name on top in gold candy curlicue; Jose or Carmen or Ramon or Tena or Guiermo or Rosa. They sold cheap. The Death Festival was gone. Joseph paid a peso and got two candy skulls. 
Marie stood in the narrow street. She saw the candy skulls and Joseph and the dark ladies who put the skulls in a bag.

Ray Bradbury

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girl6 said...

awwwwwww!..this is PERFECTO!!!
i'm sure Ray is kickin back & Smilin.. :)

Anonymous said...

Candy skulls. Yum.