Warpaint - The Fool -deluxe Edition- -2011- < 720p >

June thought of her father’s last phone call. The way he said “I’ll be there Saturday” three times in a row, as if repeating it would make it true.

The Fool was already walking backward into the fennel, dissolving like a song you try to hum but forget the melody of.

“I’m not brave,” June whispered.

She handed June a small tin. Inside was a paste, dark as dried blood but sweet-smelling, like roses and gasoline.

She was wearing an old tuxedo jacket over nothing but a slip, and on her feet, mismatched socks. A jester’s charm, but a warrior’s stillness. Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

The Fool opened her eyes. They were the color of wet asphalt after a storm—no, wait. They shifted. Gold. Green. A sad kind of brown.

The first time June saw the Fool, she was washing her mother’s car in the dark. June thought of her father’s last phone call

They didn’t speak again until the sky turned the color of a faded bruise. The cassette deck clicked off. The Fool stood, brushed the dirt from her slip, and kissed June on the forehead—cold lips, warm breath.