No Body© By Bob Shallenberger

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Lime green zoot, striped thin, masked, vest flow­ing loose atop white sad­dles bony, shored at the base. Sil­ver chain spin­ning watch on end, broad brim rest­ing low on its gaunt brow, pal­try fea­tures gaz­ing, star­ing, smirk­ing, schem­ing as the unknow­ers look for a clue, a hint to solve the endur­ing mys­tery of the dead. by Bob Shal­len­berg­er