‘Step in here, Archduke,’ says the man. Franz assents, stepping into the pharaoh's coffin. His face emerges through the hole they’ve made, whiskers springing out into position. A flash. His vision sings for a moment. The photo has been taken and he’s stepping back out.
‘How was that?’
Franz isn’t sure. Was he supposed to feel something? Hard to imagine being a pharaoh, when you’re the heir apparent to an empire. It’s just another Tuesday.
Paddy Dobson
18th July 2024