MASKING TAPE #07

“Thalia, goddess of comedy and lyric poetry? Not so funny now,” growled the man in an expensively tailored suit, fuming with rage and wielding a juggling club.
The artisan made no move to defend his work but merely stood, motionless.
The tycoon ranted on: “despicable, outrageous, unwarranted laughing stock,” winding up his diatribe to fuel mighty destructive blows until his heart burst with vitriol and he dropped in the shop.
Binding client, broken shards and invective into one plastic bag Pascal taped up the incident.
“Melpomene, goddess of tragedy,” muttered the mask maker dancing, gracefully to the music of death.