This is the title of a story that Danse Macabre published some months ago. I wrote it under the influence of Ray Bradbury, who, it must be understood, can take no blame for my admiration. It used to be if you wrote like Bradbury you’d find a publisher. Those days have gone. The story concerns a magic necktie. The necktie in itself is a suggestive accessory. Not unlike a noose, it often represents the cost of the business world. It is also the article of clothing most often to fall into your soup or sauce and become utterly destroyed. In one of my classes I had a student who commented on a particular tie I wore. This one was vibrant with primary colors—flashy for my personality—that my mother had bought me. It went with nothing, so it went with everything. A white shirt showed it off best. In the right light the tie seemed to move. That was, I suppose, the genesis of this story. A man finds a tie on an accide...
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