Skullduggery

Long time ago, 'fore you was even borned, I knew a man kinda liked walkin'. He walked up mount'ns an' down valleys an' up streets an' 'cross bridges, fo' days an' days an' days at a time, all 'cause o' his love for walkin'. Anyhow, one day as he walkin' 'long a road 'longsides o' the ocean, he happen 'cross a skull by the side o' the road, a human skull, bleached white by the sun an' gleamin' like it been polished by angels. Well, the man picked up the skull an' looked into them holler, empty eyes an' he felt mighty sad, and he said as much.

"It seems such a shame," he said, "To be dead."

"How would you know?" said the skull.

Story goes the man didn't do so much walkin' after that.

If you haven't already seen it, go and read The Closet by Easywriter.