Saturday's Storyteller: "The fates wove all of our lives into a pinstripe suit."
by Belinda Roddie The fates wove all of our lives into a pinstripe suit. And the Fat Man in the Sky wore it proudly with his black hat. He strode to his office in all his mortality-patterned glory before making calls to his wife. The fates sewed all of our dreams into a purple dress. And the Fat Man in the Sky's wife wore it to all her galas. She sipped her martinis and loved the compliments she received for the gown. "Just some patchwork of futile wishes," she'd say, and then she'd eat another olive. The fates embroidered all of our hopes onto a black cape. And the Brother of None let it billow behind him as he stood upon a white hill. All the elitists he hated lived below in the World That Continued To Turn, and so he draped himself in desires that may never be attained. And they were written out in golden thread. Always in golden thread. The fates stitched our memories into a satchel. And the satchel held pieces of silver for the Beggar. He was