send me the spirit the son and the father ["party" post]
In the middle of Grant Park, a crow hovers over a stooped figure on a cross. It squawks and flutters off, leaving the man to his peace. For the moment at least.
Badly lashed and bruised, Dan Faraday is barely recognizable. He's stripped down to his underwear; a crown of thorns bites into his head. Nailed to his feet is a sign that simply says, "TRAITOR."
It will stand long enough to make the point. The impact. Eventually, Ivan knows, dropping a cigarette at the dead man's feet and crushing it, the display will be taken down. But the images will stay with everyone.
He turns, disappearing after the crow.
Badly lashed and bruised, Dan Faraday is barely recognizable. He's stripped down to his underwear; a crown of thorns bites into his head. Nailed to his feet is a sign that simply says, "TRAITOR."
It will stand long enough to make the point. The impact. Eventually, Ivan knows, dropping a cigarette at the dead man's feet and crushing it, the display will be taken down. But the images will stay with everyone.
He turns, disappearing after the crow.