A HOLIDAY TALE - PART ONE After the Halloween party, and not a few glasses of wine, one lone girl, a witch wannabe, appears at the gates to the cemetary. In silence, she sets up her card table and lays out a simple feast (she got the idea in a book somewhere). The antique streetlamps illuminate the scene as she slowly raises her arms and eyes to the crescent moon, floating serenly in the night sky above. She takes a deep breath and speaks these words (she got the idea from a book she read once, a long time ago): "Sacred ancestors, please accept my humble invitation. On this night, when the veil between the worlds thins and those who have passed over reach out to those of us who remain on earth, I come to this place to ask you questions. Oh, but by all means, enjoy this gift of food and wine. Then we can get down to business before you have to go back, right?" She thinks for minute, did she forget anything? Then she just shrugs and settles back to wait. part two - http://www.renderosity.com/viewed.ez?galleryid=270707&Start=1&Sectionid=2&WhatsNew=Yes