A Cowardice Of Curs

A Cowardice Of Curs Inside the antechamber, there are pictures of curs. Many curs, a whole Cowardice Of Curs, unkempt, frightened and rabid. Some of them are jumping, some are posing, some are receiving awards for their athleticism, and most of them are encased in crooked frames on sepia-tinted walls. ⁣⁣ The ceiling hangs oppressively low, at least in memory, and suffocates the room with its dim lights. Most of the tables are empty and will remain empty until the sun consumes the earth or until a hellish sinkhole swallows the place up or until bankruptcy imminently strikes. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ The Goblin proprietor doesn’t seem to mind. He gazes upon his masterpiece and waits.