The King is Dead

​This party had a certain untenable quality about it as the room became more and more crowded. To hear it told, whispered in corners in case someone was listening, "the King is dead."

No one knew exactly who the self-proclaimed "King" was, just that they all owed their very existence to this person and now he was dead. Therefore, making merry with drink and laughter seemed perfectly innocent...

It was well into the next morning when a young woman, casually talking to her friends, innocently posed the question, "who's next?"

Then, the room fell silent. The party was over.