Cancelled

Today there is a performance of happiness about to happen. Players mime, display painted smiles over painted eyes. I am late an expectant crowd had already formed, even the town beggars had stopped panhandling for gold coins and are waiting curiously for the show to begin. An announcer announces: The script had been lost in a crisis of doubtful origin. Joy has been indefinitely delayed. Someone jeered loudly another cheered softly. The performers knelt down and prayed for more red wine. Eventually milk and honey was delivered on the backs of sweating mules, but they were both stale.