Lambs of God - Ignatius
Ignatius blamed the late hour; the blood loss and the meagre food; the poor lighting and shadowy building. Maybe there was something in the tea... dear lord of course there was something in the tea.
Before his eyes shadows coalesced and the colours bled together. As the light moved it drew away the layers of heavy facade that had built up; the burden of the physical realm removed like a thick wool coat to reveal Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos in their true form.
Lachesis pulled the long thread of his life towards Atropos who, arm poised, looked at him knowingly.