we’re all dying, but maybe not today : a podcast trying to capture you’re imagination, really, kind of #065

‘we already know this dumb trick’
‘kill us if you could’
The 2 angry, little girls jump from their decrepit thrones and grab as much fabric as they can hold and pull with all their furious strength. A long moment stretches into hopeless silence as they strain and sweat. Until a deep tearing rips into the room. Rich, darkly layered fabric begins to fall to the floor in musty heaps as the 2 little girls rip everything down.
‘empty threats!’
‘from a empty forgotten king!’
A suffocating heat pours into the room as the 2 little girls rage and tear, rip, rend their way through every fold and crease. Their breath catches at the onslaught of heat, but they continue in their blind rage. Until they find a tightly wound lump of fabric, struggling and pressing, their strong fingers rip through the dark, crusty and crinkled fabric until one of their crew is free, freshly blinking and standing.
‘is that how you hide our friends’
‘we know your gimmicks now’