Art of Death

Some at the back could not see, and they pushed towards the phosphorescent tank. 'Astonishingly lifelike,' muttered a woman. 'Incredibly so,' someone agreed. 'Every pore. Every detail. '. 'The crow's feet around the eyes. ' 'And is that. a trickle of blood from the side of the neck. Do you see. ' And now, as the guests gazed in alarm, a few tiny bubbles burbled from those painted lips, and drifted upwards like a necklace of pearls.