The Fox and the Devil

Amsterdam, September 1895

Little Fox,

We were both too late. But you’ve noticed what no one else ever has. I feel as though time has pressed me as thin as your friend’s ghostly images attempting to capture me. I’ve been alone in this for so long. I didn’t believe anyone else would ever see.

What a remarkable mind you have. Be careful, dear, clever creature. It’s so easy to think yourself hunter only to discover you’ve always been prey.

I don’t know whether to hope I’ll see you again or pray you give up. God doesn’t answer my prayers, though. We abandoned each other long ago, and only the devil remains.

Kind Regards,

Diavola